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[Intro]
Because I like JPEGs
Eh, yeah
Uh

[Verse 1]
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 p*ssing 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 seat 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 (Yеah, yeah)
In the grave likе Pa, I'm heated
Amazon's fresh at your door, bring the beef in
You still ain't ran no fade
How the f*ck am I still on your conscience
Know my enemies sick of this taunting
But you stay on my mind every day, yeah, for real
[Verse 2]
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, f*ck 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, f*ck 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 f*cking 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 f*cking b**k, man (Man)
And you not weirdos
And you not with the sh*ts
And you never on go
Yeah, what the f*ck? (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 j*rking 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