THE GHOST OF RANKING DREAD! lyrics

[Intro]
Once you start seeing me training and grinding, you gon' f*ckin' go b*tch
Everything about JPEGs I like

[Intro: Tkay Maidza]
Ain't nothing wrong with the two of us
Know that
Put it down just like you miss me
Know that
Ain't nothing wrong with the two of us
Know that
Miss me
Know that

[Verse: JPEGMAFIA]
Uh, oh, I got **** baby mama in the back seat
This other **** baby mama won't stop harrassin' me
I can't keep up with these girls
I just want quiet and peace
There's more than di*k in this world
b*tch, take me back to the streets
Gotta keep sonning you, f*ck every one of you
I got the gun in a T (For real)
She said I'm done with you, I had my fun with you
Take me back to the streets
Watch your tone when you talk to this geek
Choppa don't jam, it's like one of y'all beats
Stay in the lab, get the f*ck out the streets
This is not what you want
This is not where you at
This not it
I finesse and I jugg in that b*tch
Give it back, I ain't through with that sh*t
Can't do sh*t on your own, don't you need the assist?
Attack of the Clones when these n*ggas be spittin'
Off-beat sh*t ain't gon' make you a livin'
Teach you somethin' since you think that I'm kiddin'
Woke, third-eye rappin' ass n*ggas
NOI flows, with pork for an image
Woah, call up the minister, something just ain't addin' up
But lions and leopards ain't meant to be jiggy
Tyrone Hill, this ain't meant to be pretty
n*ggas named after baking soda, but he never touched no f*ckin' coke in your city
She's so thick, hit that b*tch with a fastball
Know you wanna f*ck for my image
Heard your tape, glad I didn't get a mention
Last year b*tch, I beat a sentence
That's why these hoes just want the attention
Stop talking
I see you blur your face for the 'Gram
I blur your face for forensics
With this DAW b*tch, I'm Jimi Hendrix
With this thot sh*t I'm Eddie Hen—
Wait, Kendricks, man