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Because I like JPEGs

Eh, yeah

Uh

Damn, how ya want it then?

Industry done let a wolf in a pig pen

Big mouth, back it up, why you faking then?

And you n!ggas still ain't did sh!t and I'm starting to feel like Zimmerman

Not fly, trap a star, strip a wing from him

Back in the city, you a pot that I'm pissing in

Ooh, somebody pray for this dweeb (Pray for 'em)

Some n!ggas die tryna make a-mends

They gon' find your b!tchass face down

You want this n!gga? I'll be that (Yeah)

In the grave I'ma be where your seed at

You still ain't ran this fade

And you know that I'm still with that nonsense

Leave lil' b!tch in the field with no options

But you stay on my mind everyday, huh

Yeah, it's no secret

Crown heavy on my head but I keep it (Yeah, yeah)

In the grave like Pa, I'm heated

Amazon's fresh at your door, bring the beef in

You still ain't ran no fade

How the fxck am I still on your conscience

Know my enemies sick of this taunting

But you stay on my mind every day, yeah, for real

Uh, when it's cold outside, get up in the office

Dead n!ggas stream better, lemme pick a coffin (Sure)

My main b!tch wanna get hit but I ain't Steve Austin

When I die, bury me next to Scott Hall (Sheesh)

And bottles sharpening my edges, I'm an alcoholic

Gotta keep my hairline on Candace Owens, Kevin Owens (Uh)

Real n!gga, fxck a token, melatonin

N!ggas sleepin' on the moment (B-bap!)

Apnea, late night with the Glock loaded

Joe Budden with the pump when I aim, focus

N!gga, how ya never miss when the whole world is hopeless? (Huh)

Joe Biden, can't remember, think I gotta focus

I be going

Speed through the tolls, my b!tch consoling

All these writers getting fired feel like James Comey

N!gga, fxck a interview, you better know it's on me

And I don't trust these n!gga's views, I gotta kill 'em calmly

Catch a n!gga in the lobby, hit 'em with the Olly (Yeah)

And I'm fxcking at your partners 'cause you know I'm poly

I'ma be swinging on these crackers like I'm playing hockey (B!tch)

Young P. K. Subban with the stick on me

These n!ggas Grey Worm, straight Unsullied

Boy, you scared and you weak, plus you dress bummy (C'mon, daddy)

I be twerkin' on stage like I'm Bad Bunny (You the man, daddy)

These n!ggas going through a phase

I'm going out the country, why? (Be like that)

'Cause I get more money

Young Thor with the hammer and you can't touch me

What your life like?

Why you settle for this job?

Get your mic right

These off-field n!ggas spreading highlights

Acting like we can't read a fxcking book, man (Man)

And you not weirdos

And you not with the sh!ts

And you never on go

Yeah, what the fxck? (Pew)

Begging for a donation (Gèt manman ou)

And shout out to my Haitians, uh

Get money, n!gga, stay patient

When you doin sh!t right, lames stay hating, yeah (True)

Pull that blicky out, they singing like Clay Aiken

Y'all circle jerking with no b!tches and no bacon (None)

Out west with the Smith like I'm Jaden

Let it ring from either hand like Nick Saban (Brrat)

More money, more guns, less vacations, n!gga

We deserve them donations

Don't play with me, b!tch, play PlayStation, it's safer