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Directed by Denzel Curry
Shot by Gabriel Ocasio, Milo Lee & Riley Kasso
Edited by Cameron Gunn
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Produced by JPEGMAFIA (except where noted)
Mixed by JPEGMAFIA
Assistant Mix engineer: Jeff Ellis Worldwide
Mastered by Dale Becker
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1. i scream this in the mirror before i interact with anyone (prod. By JPEGMAFIA)
2. SIN MIEDO (prod. By JPEGMAFIA)
3. I'll Be Right There (prod. By JPEGMAFIA)
4. it's dark and hell is hot (prod. By JPEGMAFIA & Dj Ramemes)
5. New Black History (feat. Vince Staples) [prod. By JPEGMAFIA) (Ending Prod by.
Flume & JPEGMAFIA)
6. don't rely on other men (album) [prod. By JPEGMAFIA]
7. A vulgar display of power (prod. By JPEGMAFIA)
8. Exmilitary (prod. By JPEGMAFIA)
9. JIHAD JOE (prod. JPEGMAFIA & Kenny Beats)
10. JPEGULTRA! (feat. Denzel Curry) (prod. By JPEGMAFIA, Kenny Beats, Alex
Goldblatt, Billy Ray, Nick Lee)
11. either on or off the drugs (prod. By JPEGMAFIA)
12. loop it and leave it (prod. By JPEGMAFIA)
13. Don't Put Anything On the Bible (feat. Buzzy Lee) [prod. By JPEGMAFIA]
14. i recovered from this (prod. By JPEGMAFIA)
i just wanna make it home
got on my air vision pros
i killed my own default mode
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This hoe told me ima dog
because all my bitches say
I can’t even fake this shit
I can’t be no basic bitch
On my knees in front of god
But i'm not even saved
I can keep no secrets
Baby don’t even speak it
WALK IN that bitch aye
Stick a fork in that bitch aye
Im lit i'm not gonna lie
The switch was cheaper wine
My hips be keeping the fire
Your misses be missing my lies
I switched from suit
To goth to a dime
The wrist do flips
To keep her enticed
This hoe told me ima dog
because all my bitches say
I can’t fake this shit
I can’t be no basic bitch
On my knees in front of god
But i'm not even faithful
I can keep no secret
Baby don’t even speak it
I cannot take niggas faking like this
They never met me but be on my dick
How you don't care but u got an ....
How you don't care but u got an opinion
Smoking your fav, like i'm taking a swig
Hating for free
But you cant pay ur rent
If you gonna dick ride
Make it make cents
If you just gone wave bye
Don't diss then
I can count all my industry friends
On one hands And My niggas they be in demand
Private school rappers don't know what it is
If I show you drake i ain’t playing with kids
You niggas loop it and leave it
Im never repeating
That Bullshit ain't worth leaking
Hit the deck
These niggas hit the deck
Ain’t on shit
These niggas ain’t on shit
Fuck that bitch
I’ma say fuck that bitch
Too cold at this
I’m too cold at this
Real niggas do real things
Hoes wanna fuck on a nigga for some change
Anybody try me i’ma make a stain
Anybody try me ima make a stain
And i come around
With that kimber i'm wearing a mask
These hoes still in they dj phase
they coming up short on
Peace and cash
I cannot take all these dick riders
My bitch addicted to hating
And kissing my ass
Yea Bitch you know
Im too much of narcissist
fuck on my reputation
For a bag
I can sniff out you proximity bitches
I can’t be responsible
I’m not your dad
Up in the morning
Im Cleaning my kimber
the switch on that bitch
I Make sure it don't jam
you niggas know that
i'm down with the sickness
Crash with the quickness
Fucking up bands
Mask on nigga like
Im peggy ipkis
Im went to lipshits
He gave me xans
Kimber, keltec
Rockford, draco
These are few of my favorite bands
Im slim & shady but i'm not a stan
Tracy Mcgrady i jam with one hand
Grow up little nigga you not peter pan
talking that shit because
you know i'm the one with
Beats, money, drugs and the bands
Gozilla and kong with the mic in my hand
jihad joe i kick in that door
better hit my line when the bombs don't land
bitch
Back in New York
Back in the fort
I’m back with the band
Jump out the house
Jump off the porch
With the 30 in hand
Sue me for libel
I bet you i’m libel
To say it again
When i come around
They be quiet
I leave they be talking again
Fuck yall hoes
I know I ain’t shit id rather get banned
If Im in club then i'm gripping my 30
i don’t wanna dance
Bitch woke up early to hate
You don't even do this for your man
Paying the price for the fame
I’ll never be normal again
Im so terminally online goddamn i need to check myself
Im so terminally godamn i don't respect myself
i'd be dillon brooks
but worse
Im deebo we are not equal
They all miss like they shaq at the free throw
Scrape my plate never shat were i eat though
Pray to god that i never slave to d' evil
Dos mios sippin Modelo.
Spit like i'm starving
Im Finna let my ribs show
Your win - loss
Looking jake paul
when we face off
Ima make you face god
who that running they trap
Bro you ain't built that
ya'll name drop for WAP
I ain't fullfilled like that
50 beats switches a minute
They gon' me put in the guinness
I need maximum the digits
Blame it on capitalism
you get hit with a face palm
Its New year but i'm still fake calm
45' always there like state farm
When they cant read you like book
They gon' try to attack what you stand on
Ima take off even if I land wrong
And Take every thing I can get my hands on
Run it up
Who that running they yap
Bro you ain't built like that
Herb ass niggas just rap
I Ain't full-filled like that
50 beats switches a minute
They gon' me put in guinness
I need maximum the digits
Blame it on capitalism
I hate when niggas stressing about what you be doing
More than worry about there own shit
I hate when these bitches Be begging
Your boy for some cash
And then turn round say eat the rich
They get mad niggas do it for themselves becausw
There parents are still chipping in
Oh you mad your bitch played follow the leader
After you unfollowed your bitch
huh?
The Underground filled with my gohans
These niggas be scamming to go fund
Nigga said he fucked my bitch
i said which one?
My top five
Is me and four dylans
I had to get on my pac shit
I don't wanna start shit
These rappers is regular food
I bought my bitch some compartments
She thicker than cartman
She can’t fuck no regular dude
(Did u go dumb?)
Ugh
Say that
Ugh
Say that
Wanna cry on the bus or a maybach?
If you hate me my nigga just say that
(Did u go dumb?)
I don't know who told these wiggas
That actin like niggas
Was ever a vibe or a mood
You know that i know
that really ain’t you
because Cuz, The Blacker the image
The whiter the roots
Niggaa
Ugh
Say that
Ugh
Say that
Wanna cry on the bus or a maybach?
If you hate me my nigga just say that
We can take shit the veteran way
The kimber the gloc the minature drake
Ain't going nowhere i be right in they face
Make your shorty give neck till her neck in brace
Ugh
Say that
Ugh
Say that
Wanna cry on the bus or a maybach?
If you hate me my nigga just say that
Just to be clear
i'm a cornerback
we push thru on that pass
make you fumble that
Im on that LT
Set it up with smack
Back to back on these bars
Like some battle raps
You ain't slinging the rock like candlemass
Need to stay with your crib with your gamerpass
Wanna cry on a bus or a maybach?
If you hate me well my nigga just say that
I pray to allah
Exo
I let that k-pop
Put that on my soul
X4
If the cops
Come around
No se que paso
Cut your head off like i'm
Sinaloa
The shoes fits on u
Then u cinderella
First one act a ass
We gonna pin the tail
Im fucking that hoe
Im in montebello
Be foreal
I pray to allah
Exo
I let that k-pop
Put that on my soul
X2
Down
She said she need low dose
Ima take kolonopin and mix it with the nodos
0 fear in me
Got it tatted on my torso
Niggas be hating for free
And then talking about it like they forced you
Fuck up out my dms nigga
I cannot endorse u
the Only time i fuck with amatuers
Is If its porno
Bitch
HUH
I bring the pain
I bring the pain l
I want respect
Hoe keep the change
Im at your neck
Don't speak my name
I jug And Finesse the game
Go go go
I will not fall
Go go go
I will not fall
Shorty wanna kick masochist
Showed her who i am
And now she kicking with an activist
Inside malcolm
With the Soul of ratchet bitch
Stashed away that mini-moog
& Brushed up on my mandarin
You a lapsed fan
And i hope you never stan again
Cause All my enemies is
in jeopardy better phone a friend
Bitch
I bring the pain
I bring the pain
I want respect
Hoe keep the change
Im at your neck
Don't speak my name
I jug And Finesse the game
Go go go
I will not fall
Go go go
I will not fall
When i'm speaking my mind its unsettling
I know liberal feelings is delicate
Fly the plane when you feed em they medicine
Got the doctors prescribing us ketamine
Because its more than these shadows i'm wrestling
Drape my bitches in dior she decadent
Work so much you think jpeg was mexican
They still thinking that peggy a joke
Got precedures in place for the heckling
When they wanna sneak diss they say “veteran”
Im like kelly, beyonce michelle
Say my name, or i cant really tell
Niggas rap like they casting a spell
Niggas vague my presence is felt
Im direct they go everywhere else
I been ratchet since kenan and kel
Don't know who you are be someone else
Don't just copy me bitch be your self
When you got it they hate you or steal
They gon' laugh every time that u rap
Till them raps start paying they bills
45 on the hip
Ready pronto
two cups champagne and a rhino
weapons registered ready to unload
We don't use it, we beat him like harpo
All my bitches in love with the coco
Got My side sniffing jack harlow
All my bad hoes bringing that work home
straight to my gamer chair
5’9 knocking down hoes
as tall as angel reese i dont care
Hoe don't read my sign
I know i ain't shit, Lets not even go there
Heard you fucking my bitch
I fucked yours to lets keep that shit square
Aye
Ball on me
Aye
Crawl back on me
Aye
Put it all on me
Babe
Ok so I got to be rude
No matter which you go you’ll
Still be a square like a Rubix cube
ZELTRON nigga I am that dude
Me and JP going A P E
So I got Monkey bars but this ain’t P E
Everybody said I got A D D
But it never add up
Ima count pass 3
Matter fact 1
All of this
Devilish heat
From D the MC
Bet it’s guaranteed to make a rev
Run
Knee High Jump
Better get far or it’s T I stomp
South Florida Nigga
But A North Dade
This Year ima be a too paid nigga
Knocking off the Top that’s a tupee
Nigga
Ima tsunami to new wave niggas
Most of your members will be dismembered
When you fall off bitch I’m yelling out timber
You couldn’t fuck with me if I tinder
Last name curry and the C for charisma
Somebody street fighter 6 on
My neck bet these niggas never do it like
this
Got a brand new all gold shin Akuma
Hanging down from my neck to my dick
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Niggas be begging for shit to be different
Until they get it then they treat it indifferent
people projecting they bullshit on u
Because they Dissatisfied with the life that they living
Niggas net worth be like 17 bucks
While they begging for feet pics
From shortys i been with
i can sniff out you proximity hoes
Always near some shit going on
But never did it
I don’t understand when people talk shit on me
They have to lead with a lie
Or some fibbing
Friends acting like they don't wanna talk
Then start begging for change
I don't know what its giving
niggas be trying to fuck on ya bitch
While they dapping you up
Saying i see your vision
Fake friends turning on me for nothing
They mad because they failed
even with an advantage
This is my fight, I just woke up as a child of the light/
jumped on the beat had to tell it goodnight/
y’all tried ya best but ain't hittin' it right/
Kimber OG i'm as high as a kite
shot for success well I brought me a pint/
watch how I whip i aint' stir-fry to rice/
get your head cracked just for rollin the dice
Now Don't believe hype
believe what you see
Not whats said on the mic
Peggy chun li
I kick out everytime
Cant keep me down
So They try block the shine
Try fuck with my money
Try to fuck with my mind
Then acting like
Fucking they
bitch is a crime
This ain't relatable
this ain't debatable
Something happened to you
its by design
On my knees for a god who can hear
I cant pray to no god i cant fear
i think i should of ran me a cult
Quarterback that hoe
Like i'm peyton on colts
fuck niggas yapping bout me
On they alt
But When i see you
Its degrees off assault
You said when you see him you catching a case
Hope not like the one u got in your vault
because that shit is shaky
Heard the church service said come as you are
So i showed up with a whole bunch of bitches that hate me
Told my main bitch Stop acting expensive
girl pass me the mic you ass clueless as stacy
I know that time heals wounds
But my time is money
and I cant use time as saline
Pray
for all my enemies
They either dead or hating
Literally faking
Lame ass niggas get expose everyday
I don't gotta do nothing more than frustrate him
He not a threat bitch i'm armed
Ima vet
I hit marksman in basic
I never need training
They make a career from hating
They make a career from faking
I shit talked my way
Right into a bag
You pussy in private
Begging him for collabs
You pillow talking to these bitches its sad
I don't whether to slap
Or laugh
shower posse
Give that baby
A bath
I know your label saw a cash grab
you got popped
then turned a hashtag
Stop yappin' online
Because you know where i'm at lil bitch
They getting surprised when they hearing these beats
Like epiphany’s
Back and forth with this african booty scratcher
I left all of that talking for bitches b
I was at the hotel
with the blower
You said you would show
But you never did shit to me
If you showed for that face to face
Wouldn’t be shit, But shots
And stained mowalowa tees
This bitch text other men
Sending pics of me
He talk shit with his friends
say that shit to me
This hoe only online she ain't real to me
They is what niggas think i'm supposed to be
Its so funny you claiming
You touch but you can’t back it up
But you back at it posting me
We woulda had that boy
Face down ass up like your baby mama be
Fuck these niggas I’m spazzing
Hitting that hoe till i give her a heart attack
I just told that bitch sheeyeeaa
She think carti back
I put creativity back in the map
I be spitting that dope like
Its 80s crack
Buck 50 you ain't get no cash back
He see daddy day care
He gets flashbacks
You Keep yapping ill open my cash app
I keep a Bald head-in the sac
Bitch i go amber rose with these maga raps
Yea i stand on that shit ain’t no backing back
I don't care what you feel
i ain't factor that And thats real
Barry sanders every run is reel
Col sanders keep the recipe sealed
These Niggas connected like bronny 4real
That Nepotism won’t help in the field
I let it hit, brewin the coffee Im takin a sip/
Everybody be thinkin' peggy sweet/
Thinkin' its splenda til I let it rip/
Y'all niggas thinkin y'all one step ahead,
this is me lettin you know that im hip/
Y'all keep on thinkin i'm playin the hand i was dealt,
until that same hand get a grip bitch
You don't want none of them problems/
you don't want none of them issues/
none of yo people gon' miss you/
you be better off wit a tissue/
Loaded the rocket wit missiles,
she catchin a tip like a skripper/
I had issues with my barber/
you'll have issues with the clippers/
my country encouraged
I just bought a 30 piece
I just bought a 30 piece
My famo discouraged me
My exes threw dirt on me
Pistol wrapped in dirty sheets
Pistol wrapped in dirty sheets
I might scratch some numbers off
But i don't play know lottery
I mighta broke your homegirl off
But you ain't gotta unfollow me
I got ex friends know my numbers
And still turned me
I'm her ex man but she pretend
she never heard of me
Hoe watch what u say
Lie on my name
That there is purgery
Feels like
you living up there with uncertainty
I promise before you go
I wont address you personally
But when them boys get to it
They gonna do if to you purposely
ebrahim raisi in the heli feeling Foggyish
Money money money
It make me feel like i'm targeted
Blowing up like I'm IDF Netty
warrants aint stopping shit
Is you harvey jefrey or r. kelly
Or is you opposite
Say that shit
Say that shit
Say that shit
Say that shit
Pass the rock
Im open again
Pass the point of posting my friends
Tell what you gonna with that rock
I Hit the lab got to cooking again
Why go for heaven
Im dripping in sin
Why fuck on her
I could fuck on her friend
Most of yoy niggas cant fuck with my pen
Pocket rocket on me invader zim
you niggas really be scaring the hoes
I scare the bros that don't got no black friends
They say sobriety gives you a lens
But all i see is niggas playing pretend
You niggas bitches and need an assist
Im running the gAme and i love when you brick
Im luka bitch i'm not gonna miss
Ya hoe all tounge like the nigga from kiss
Free my bm she ain't do shit
Packing you up
Send you back to ur ends
Dead in the water
U swimming with sharks
Dm ya bitch and play that hoe like harp
Took yo bitch shopping ho check out my cart
Switch up the energy cover the scars
I Pledge alliance my hand Over heart
I Pledge alliance my hand Over heart
I pledge alliance my niggas my hoes my bitches and me
Every morning i get down on my knees for a god that i cant see
Every tweet it come with a cost
Every enemy paint them as soft
If you break up delete it or crop
Fuck my ex And fuck every cop
Nepo baby shit
These bitch niggas always got they hand out
Bitch ass niggas be down for the slide
Then they cry when they see a mandown
huh!
Bitch i'm not just throwing paint at the wall
i don't do nothing ball
I cant be racist
Im chasing a payment
and spending white faces
on Weapons of war
huh!
This an official decision
I don't give a fuck
Im on the cusp
Im on a mission
Dressed like mortician
Im spitting harder
than them rapist you bump
Cap on his calendar
Niggas need silencers
Stop looping vinyl
We Don't wanna hear dust
Humbles a challenge
Its hard to keep balance
I'm Selling to birds
And I'm feeding my cubs
Some of you niggas grew up in castles
Acting like life is hassle
I'll Take a nigga talking shit down to backroad
Peggy live life in the backrooms
huh!
I ain’t born rich
No pots to piss
I make one flick
Thats over thats it
The lies don't stick
Narratives aint fitting
Now they gotta pivot
The goalpost shifts
Run it up
Run it up
Running my bitches crazy
Counting up
Counting up
All this bread and woo!
Fuck who ya'll think is the champ
I treat the belt like its vacant!
I shouldn’t have kept it going
I want a love like water through me
I should have poured my honey slowly
Wash it away my Rorschach Rorschach
Wash it away my Rorschach Rorschach
Like hell my hands will give up to twenty times
My heart will give up too many times
Lucks fallen I’ve seen it
My intrusion there’s a limit I can take
And I’m crawling out
I’m a loner
I’m a loser stuck at home
I’m above her
I’m a winner
Try me on
For size
I want you back in my head
For size
I want you back in my bed
Fuck out the deep end go get you a float, uhh/
y’all niggas always be doin the most/
black michael phelps just acknowledge the stroke/
god level libra i swim wit a ghost/
I switch the channel then lost the remote,
she for the world belongs to the globe/
gaslighting is popular learn how to cope,
actin like hoes/
I throw these bands
she hit the floor
Lets get it
Everyday people push me past the limit
Men only know suppressing what we feeling
I used to work for pennies on a minute/
Hunger from struggle state it because i live it
Worked on muscle flex on all you bitches
But I cant defend this bitch up in the mirror
I rather ask forgiveness then permission
Undo that cap u can’t restore the feeling ….
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and i never chill because yall really want a nigga broke
Like fuck the the excuses,
but y'all really eat off of toxic narratives and jokes/
Like Friends they past, & some opportunities never come back
If i dont know nothing, know one thing is set
Never react to the demographic
with the swag of a cashier at radio shack,
Talkin to zo like when we start runnin we ain’t finna look back/
New niggas makin it trendy to trauma bond
self oppression its deeper than rap
But i don't love these side hoes neither
She throwing that shit back at me and I’m catching it like l’m a wide reciever
I know these rappers you fucking
Ain't hitting it right
Im derek jeter
heart on my sleeve
& cash in my fist
Chase a dream
Man Do not chase a bitch
I cant believe that this hoe got me breaking down
Breaking like this
My bitch never got taken from me
I loSt her myself
My bitch never got comfort from me
I needed to too much help
I can’t do hour a week
i think i need more help
I don't even want no more fixing
I just heal myself
Whose gonna be there when your low bitch
You or somebody else
My actions got way to active
I don't want no more help
One hour a week
Ain't'enough me
I think i need friend
Every one that i ever dated deserves better men
I could have wrote this when i'm faded
But alcohol gives you a lens
When i'm speaking my mind
Im on demonic time
I got Family and fences to mend
Every argument come with a cost
Every dub ends up in a loss
gotta keep the facade of a boss
Every picture developed is tossed
I know bitches that ill never talk to
I got exes i'm still fucking raw
I been stuck in the car with the childlock
Tryna break out and an answer the call
can you hear it
Actually love
actual heart
Actual caring
Niggas get mad at me when I call out they hating
Cause they hating
No debating
All on my dick
and you know we ain’t dating
Bitch Nigga let’s face it
We came up out the mud
Still got dirt on our faces
Now we counting blue faces
White girl slide down the pole
while i'm throwing her faces
I could never be racist
Its not that i dont love my bitch
But i don't love these side hoes neither
She throwing that shit back at me and I’m catching it like l’m a wide receiver
I know these rappers you fucking
Ain't hitting it right
Im derek jeter
heart on my sleeve
& cash in my fist
Chase a dream
Man Do not chase a bitch
I cant believe that this hoe got me breaking down
Breaking like this
I feel like an accident
I never chose
They be ducking points for passion
I feel really like its corny
If you ain't code
Niggas be on my dick for nothing
I be like, What happened to these niggas bro
Like niggas be really going through it
But there a better way to let the people know
People say i'm never present
I aint messy
Im just focused on the goals
Because Either on or off the drugs
My energy is tony powdering his nose
And Either on or off the drugs
My energy is
Don magic, With the hoes
because been boxing with the drugs
I Got a good chin
Like james toney
Niggas be putting ya boy in box
they be acting like cops
I could never be phony
She be acting thot
Hope its all act
because deserves a tony
And either on or off the drugs
K-hole or buzzed
I cannot atone
because wither on or off the drugs
Her voice plays in my ear
Like i'm on hold
The first one was good w the beats
The second one put me in the deep
The third one was sick no disease
4th i had to Rush to Completion
I don't have know base its not a secret
Ain't no happy house we taking beatings
The streets and my mind is filled with demons
Thats why i be eating these bitches
like sara and tegan
because distractions hitting every season
These niggas just for Rhyme no reason
Its not just a facade that i can see
Or standard up for i don't believe
Im Michael jackson dancin' in the mirror
The Only one who cant see me is me
The only one who can beat me is me
Warrior i'm cp3 (outdated bar)
When i see u its TTG
Fuck em
We don't know EBT
No c notes 100k tweets
God i pray son don't be this weak
God i pray my daughter don't be this weak
fuck
Some of u niggas be talking
Right out of the side of your neck
I cant believe That they be gassing these lil hoes
Some of these niggas be sittintg
around all day
hating on niggas they never met
i just feel sad for u lil bro
Baby you know when wilding out i make a mess
I keep the cannon like nick put my bitch vest
what did that last one contribute but pussy and stress?
nothing
Walk light when the elephant is in the room
Porsche trunk hold whatever niggas need to boombaye
But the squabble will be over soon
I say what I do and I mean what I wanna do these are my gangsta chronicles
I’m the god mc I’m the tried and true
Try and and you dream in the ICU
Time to show and prove I guess
Time to bust a new move I guess
Scrolling through the tube at k west
Seen my self on the news so blessed
Dudes don’t get this good till they death
Rugs from Italy
Must be kidding me
NSLB aborigines
Can’t get rid of me
We black history
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When i come around better stare at the floor bitch
beCause i'm in that mode
On my own
I got that flavor
Jonathan major
paper
Especially when yall cashing out
For the pdf & rapers no drizzy
I hope yall paying attention No really
I die and kill myself tell em they killed me
Im in a rush to fuck up
Yall wish id use my background as a crutch
Yall wish i kept on eating prison lunch
Because i'm tweeting to much
keeping it g is a must
These rappers fell off
They in statis
Making statements
They status is peeing cups
Ain't nobody freer than us
Im here for that money like
Im cm punk
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I LAY DOWN MY LIFE FOR YOU OUT AUGUST 1ST ! THANK U 4 WAITING...
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music & lyrics by JPEGMAFIA, AIRDROPMAFIA & Alex
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You niggas is bitches
I don’t wanna kick it
Young Peggy i aim for the fences
You niggas don’t swing
You just stacking up misses
You tweet all your business
We cant do no business
Dick riding is expensive *
If you need image
Then baby don’t listen
Keep bumping who the fuck is thats
Fake plug talking
Tubi rappers
Got a machine behind em
And still they cant fill up
Capacity with they raps
Baby mama be a rap snack
Grew up white
Now they act black
She got issues with her father
I had issues with my barber
She off all of these drugs
coke in her butt
RIP AARON CARTER
I do what I do with a vengeance/
Pegasus been had style,
show out wit class,
gimme detention/
Y'all do a lot for the mentions/
I spaz in another dimensions/
Bout to take it to another level/
My attraction came wit a pension/
Now Some niggas gotta respect or
they getting retired/
Or Step in the room every nigga inspired/
Or niggas just hate cuz they shorty admire/
Now tell me whats flame to the fire/
She got issues with her father
I had issues with my barber
She off all of these drugs
Coke in her butt
RIP AARON CARTER
Thank god i didn’t
cheat with that bitch
Get it in
Get it out
Get it off my chest
Im gihad joe
Falling down them steps
Im the head honcho i need a pistol
Make a mistake i pay it in crypto
You got the swag of a nigga from chaturbate
You wanna aggravate
Stick talk
Let the chopper elaborate
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Down
X12
Did u go down?
I had to get on my pac shit
I dont wanna start shit
These rappers is a food is regular food
I bought my bitch some compartments
She thicker than cartman
She can’t fuck no regular dude
(Did u go down?)
Ugh
Say that
Ugh
Say that
Wanna cry on the bus or a maybach?
If you hate me my nigga just say that
(Did u go down?)
I dont know who told these wiggas
That actin like drillas
Was ever a vibe or a mood
You know that i know
that really ain’t you
Cuz, The Blacker the image
The whiter the roots
Ni**a
(Did u go down?)
Ugh
Say that
Ugh
Say that
Wanna cry on the bus or a maybach?
If you hate me my nigga just say that
They hate when u got an agenda
They cant bend u over cant tell if u sober
Im with my bi bitch
We being bi polar
Together we burning
thru that bread like a toaster
Ugh
Say that
Ugh
Say that
Wanna cry on the bus or a maybach?
If you hate me my nigga just say that
(Did u go down?)
Just to be clear
im the cornerback
we push thru on that pass
make u fumble rhat
Im on that LT
Set it up with smack
Bakc to back on these bars
Like some battle raps
You aint slinging the rock like candlemass
Need to stay with your crib with ur gamerpass
Wanna cry on a bus or a maybach?
If U hate me well my nigga just say that
I pray to allah
Exo
I let that k-pop
Put that on my soul
X4
If the cops
Come around
No se que paso
Cut your head off like im
Sinaloa
The shoes fits on u
Then u cinderella
First one act a ass
We gon pin the tail
Im fucking that hoe
Im in montebello
Be foreal
I pray to allah
Exo
I let that k-pop
Put that on my soul
X2
Down
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showing some of the recording process. danny would tell me what kind of sound he wanted and i would go home & make it. after the beats were made i would take trips to see danny. i would bring him 5 - 6 beats a trip. we captured vocals to the ones he liked. This is the footage of that.
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Written by JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown
Mixed by JPEGMAFIA
Mastered by Dale Becker
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Written by JPEGMAFIA, Danny Brown & Redveil
Mixed by Jeff Ellis Worldwide & JPEGMAFIA
Mastered by Dale Becker
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0:00 - Lean Beef Patty
1:47 - Steppa Pig
5:16 - SCARING THE HOES
7:39 - Garbage Pale Kids
10:27 - Fentanyl Tester
13:05 - Burfict!
15:26 - Shut Yo Bitch Ass Up / Muddy Waters
18:19 - Orange Juice Jones
20:40 - Kingdom Hearts Key
24:07 - God Loves You
26:36 - Run The Jewels
27:41 - Jack Harlow Combo Meal
30:00 - HOE (Heaven on Earth)
33:29 - Where Ya Get Ya Coke From?
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Scaring The Hoes Vol. 1 - March 24th 2023
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music by JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown
Scaring The Hoes Vol. 1 - March 24th 2023
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Produced by JPEGMAFIA
Written by JPEGMAFIA & DATPIFFMAFIA
Mixed by JPEGMAFIA
Mastered by JPEGMAFIA
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When I look at your shit, I'm like, "Huh?"
When I look at my shit, I'm like, "Ah"
Wave cap got me feelin' like Guapdad
All I do is respond, "How am I mad?"
It gets funny the more that you front (That you front)
'Fore you click, make sure it's what you want
Why would I pray for your health? (Yeah)
Baby, I pray for myself
Why would I pay for your pics, boo? (Yeah)
I'm fuckin' somebody else (Uh)
I'm fuckin' somebody better (Yeah)
You **** just fuckin' whoever (Yeah, yeah)
(Get it)
I don't understand, man, niggas don't think I have eyes (Wet it)
Niggas think I don't have еars, man (Haha)
Uh, D-zero-N-O-T fuck with me, baby, I can't be stoppеd for real (Ooh)
Last nigga tried me broke and lyin', baby, I heard this man got grilled (I heard)
Look at the preacher and look at the spiel
Swear on the bible, I keep it concealed
Kissed with no roses, I left 'em like SEAL (Ah), huh
Why would I pray for your health? (Huh)
Baby, I pray for myself (Yeah)
Why would I pay for your pics, boo?
I'm fuckin' somebody else (For real)
I'm fuckin' somebody better
You **** just fuckin' whoever
Yeah, I'm over the top, uh
I get to buildin' off all of the energy built by the opps, uh
I get to aimin' the flame and the banger gon' mangle his top, uh
Full Metal Jacket, rappin' smackin' harder than soap in a sock, uh
Key be to lock, I'm meaner than most, I cleaned up the flow with a broom and a mop
Flow ain't a prop, snake rockin' next to me, I drew the line on the side like I'm Brock
Speakin' of Brock, line to your face
Copied and paste, left not a trace, you gotta taste
Shit would've been a Zoom meeting 'cause I would've boxed up his face (Uh), wait
How you talk shit and get caught with no pole?
How you still up and coming? You old
Fuck your mama, brother, sister, and niece
Baby, you failed, try to find a new goal
We know that **** buying that tar
We know you love to put teens behind bars
**** hires think it's cute when they sneak
When we catch him, we gon' pull him apart
It's ugh, it's that way
Countin' money, your **** in an ashtray
Gettin' death threats every week (Uh)
From some pussies that y'all never see
First your daddy got rolled in a Sweet (Oh, yeah)
Then you came to my show and got beat (Oh, yeah)
It's so funny, you try work it out
When y'all niggas can't even stay on beat, huh
It's crazy
Fix that verse, man, you Wizard of Oz rappin' motherfucker
Look, huh
All them threats be makin' me hard (It's hard)
Opposite of who you really be (For real)
All that shit that you did to your girl
I just wish that you'd do it to me
He told me to stop dissin' his kin (Huh?)
Oops, I did it again (My bad, shut your bitch ass up)
Did you know that your **** is dead?
Know it hurts that you missin' your friend (Phew)
Know I'm selfish as shit, niggas know that I'm petty
You know we got beef and you know that I'm winning (Know it hurts)
Niggas named after baking soda, but ain't never touched no fuckin' coke in your city
Pretendin', thanks to me that bullshit endin'
Heard your tape, glad I didn't get a mention
'Cause you know how that would've ended, huh
Internet think I been playin' with shit (Huh)
You know I'll bitch you in front of your kids
Know you a ****, I plan on confrontin' you
Show up in class, I ain't packin' no Lunchable, nigga
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"NEMO!" contains additional production from BUZZY LEE
"THOT’s PRAYER!" contains an interpolation of “HIT ME BABY ONE MORE TIME” by BRITNEY SPEARS
"HAZARD DUTY PAY!" sample replay by ALEX GOOSE
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0:00 - TRUST!
2:14 - DIRTY!
4:15 - NEMO!
6:23 - END CREDITS!
8:10 - HAZARD DUTY PAY!
10:47 - GOD DON'T LIKE UGLY!
11:58 - WHAT KINDA RAPPIN’ IS THIS?
15:05 - THOT'S PRAYER!
18:19 - ARE U HAPPY?
21:25 - REBOUND (ft. DATPIFFMAFIA)
25:09 - 💯
27:08 - OG!
28:44 - DIKEMBE!
31:46 - TIRED, NERVOUS & BROKE!
37:10 - 🔥
40:36 - NICE!
42:12 - BMT!
44:34 - THE GHOST OF RANKING DREAD! (ft. Tkay Maidza)
48:01 - DAM! DAM! DAM!
51:30 - UNTITLED
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Some of you niggas ain't like that
So I-I-I can't, I can't ever say nothin' to you
You know, I just gotta sum you up
You know, you a, you a sum up type
Round you niggas up to one lil' thing, you know, gotta address
You know what I'm sayin'?
Put you in a bucket, dump the fuckin' fire
Damn
Damn, damn, I feel like the new black Hen' Rollins
Niggas studyin' my footwork, I'm James Harden
Bitch, who it? (Who it?)
Where you goin'? (Uh, come here)
I thought I told your ass already I ain't from here (Facts)
And, yeah, we gotta drive to La La and you know why
I gotta go and hurry through New Jersey, can't pump there (No)
Babe (Babe), I'm such a negative bitch (Why?)
My friends turned on me, then I turned rich (Pshh)
Sodom, Gomorrah, I turned back, they still talkin' shit, damn
Hold my hand (Yeah), all my ex-ex-fans (That's right)
I promise (Yeah), I swear the baby need some body and a new header (Uh-huh)
I did **** like, "Of course I could do better" (Of course, what else? Uh)
Gotta take more shots, get a good lead
Keep takin' them shots 'til the rim bleed
'Til I succeed, work like Little Steve
Workin' all day, I don't take no sick leave
In my sleep, hear click beats
Gotta keep swimmin' 'til that motherfuckin' ship leak
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh, what? Uh, what? Uh, what? Uh, what?
[Verse 2]
Your bitch is just fuckin' whoever (Yeah)
I fuck her, she's yours, she let him (Okay)
Damn, is this the price of havin' fans?
Babe, I'm so precise, I'm always planned (Ayy, what the fuck?)
And Afro Thunder with these hands, uh (Yeah)
On your head, gon' be some— (Sheesh)
On my head must be some bands, huh? (Yeah)
Gucci Mane, I think I love her
Yeah, Danny Swain, I think I love her
And big nose in that **** (Ah)
I feel like Andre Iguodala (Facts)
Yeah, the money put me in a trance (Yeah)
What? The label got me nudgin' stems
Wait, I need way more than that for an advance (Oh, yeah)
Play with my money, shit won't go as planned (For sure, sure)
Gotta take more shots, get a good lead
Keep takin' them shots 'til the rim bleed
'Til I succeed, work like Little Steve
Workin' all day, I don't take no sick leave
In my sleep, hear click beats
Gotta keep swimmin' 'til that motherfuckin' ship leak
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh, what? Uh, what? Uh, what? Uh, what?
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Então você vai ver
Você vai ver e vai voltar
Então você vai ver
Você vai ver e vai voltar
Uh, beefing with bums, I just rap for a hobby, huh (Uh)
Millions of views, not bad for a commie, huh? (Uh)
Yeah, your IG threats can't stop me (Stop me)
Show me that face, girl, take off the proxy (Take off the proxy)
I pray that your ears grow up, (Grow up) and I wish you the best in your hobbies
(Huh, huh, huh, huh)
How the fuck you this way? Now you switched up and I don't believe it (Don't believe it)
One hand in the air, feelin' like Dikembe when I block the demons (Block the demons)
Don't matter who sent, don't mattеr where it went
I just can't stop thе bleeding, yeah (Nah)
I was struggling, babe (Struggling)
Not with the money and not with the fame (Fame)
All of my bitches they control me with shame
Take down the IP, look at the hate (Hate)
Blood, sweat, tears, working in vein (Vein)
Seven pounds, everything bright they throw me I shade (Shade)
Where there's dick, there's pussy, there's profit (What else?)
These are the choices that you gotta make (Wait, wait)
Wait, (Wait), wait, (Wait), wait
How could you hate?
Beating up barriers, fucking up odds (Ay)
Y'all can't see big Peggy no más (Ay)
Beats on deck, no help, no mods
Ya know I look up to these stars
Sike, I'm on the ground with the Gods
I act like a dick 'cause they treat me like Todd (Hah)
I don't hear none of you, I'm in front of you (Woah)
My lyrics trouble you, They confronting you (Go on)
How did I did that? You don't wanna knew
Step when I pop out (Bloaw)
A good son will do anything it takes to make it exist
Musical risk, we upping the switch
Brrt! Brrt! (Hah)
Next time you sub, remember the cli—
*Gunshot*
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Então você vai ver
Você vai ver e vai voltar
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Outro Piano by JPEGMAFIA
Additional Vocals by Kimbra
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Why the fuck you say that shit you say if you ain't mean it?
I don't believe it
She bumpin' Brent but she black as Ben Carson (Yeah-yeah)
Back in the bricks, I was givin' dick to all my sergeants (Yeah-yeah)
I know you mad 'cause your friends ain't no Gs (Not at all)
And we got straps as big as Dugg in my apartment (One, one)
Keep it on the hip, when I load the clip I'ma blow the cartridge (Bah)
And aim that heat at your garments, boy
What about that shit you said them years when I was broke? (Yeah)
And what about buyin' a ticket to get beat up at my show? (Yeah, yeah)
The opposition sick of me, tired, nervous, and broke (Word)
You thought that I forgot but bitch, I'm never letting go
I got 'em on the ropes (Huh?)
Hit him hard, swing it left and get 'em gone (Uh)
Pick him up, dust him off, give him some more (Uh)
All my opps sick, tired, nervous, and broke
And they still take me as some j— (Man, huh?)
Now, are you feelin' me, baby, or do you need it more?
I keep straight faces like Casey whenever I'm in court
I can't keep making fire, I never pass the torch (Yeah)
Lil' Bruce Wayne, I'm so special with it
Beyond your reach tryna big up all these Terry McGinnis
Black Canelo puttin' on a clinic (Yeah)
They don't know how I'm doin' it, still stuck on how I did it, weak
I wish I would sidechain that kick to a beat, bitch, please
That's shit you need, bum!
Complete
Hmm
Why the fuck I'm still here walking 'round if you a demon?
See? (Mm-mm) I don't believe it (Not at all)
When I shoot my shit, I don't never miss, bet I hit hit my target (Yeah-yeah)
And they gonna learn quick, I'm the wrong nigga to start with it (Yeah-yeah)
I know why you hate, 'cause you don't feel safe in your own apartment (Nah)
I know why you hate, 'cause you know you lame even though you balling (Shake it up)
Yeah, I see the bitch in you niggas, I know that's common (Uh)
The money can't change how a bitch nigga started (Shake it up)
End up makin' threats (Yeah), start off paying homage (Shocked)
Caught for possession, I feel like Sarah McLachlan (Brrah)
Bitch, drop your nuts, I'm tired of tweetin' and talking
Pretty socks, big Glocks, bitch, I'm with the nonsense, come here
Uh
What about that shit you said that year when I was broke? (Yeah)
And what about buyin' a ticket to get beat up at my show? (Yeah, yeah)
The opposition sick of me, tired, nervous, and broke (Word)
You thought that I forgot but bitch, I'm never letting go
I got 'em on the rope (Huh?)
Hit him hard, swing it left and get him gone (Uh)
Pick him up, dust him off, give him some more (Uh)
All my opps sick, tired, nervous, and broke
And they still take me as some j— (Man, huh?)
Now, are you feelin' me, baby, or do you need it more?
I kiss their faces like Casey whenever I'm in court
I can't keep making fire, I never pass the torch (Yeah)
Lil' Bruce Wayne, I'm so special with it
Beyond your reach tryna big up all these Terry McGinnis
Black Canelo puttin' on a clinic (Yeah)
They don't know how I'm doin' it, still stuck on how I did it, weak
[Outro]
Uh
Uh
[Part II]
No, no, no, hahaha
You know it's so close, next to anything
I'm like, "Where'd that go?"
Man, that album is fire
It has some wack shit on there, but man
It has some shit on there that's just like, woo
There's a song on there that's actually too ****
Really?
Yeah, they had to make **** fucking versions to take it off
It was just like too ****
It just can't be stomached by the...
No, no, it was like the first track
I was like, "Oh my God"
I like it, but I was like
So okay, let's do that again
Yeah
It's just the whole thing, so just sing with me
You're selfish like me
It's why we get along famously
It's too late for me, baby
I don't wanna be sold out, baby
I don't wanna be stressed out for profit
I don't wanna be gone that long
Okay, you'll get yours and I'll get mine
You'll get yours and I'll get mine
And then like
You can alternate any of those, whatever you want
Okay, hold on
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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 niggas still ain't did shit 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 niggas die tryna make a-mends
They gon' find your bitchass face down
You want this nigga? 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' bitch 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, yеah)
In the grave like Pa, I'm hеated
Amazon's fresh at your door, bring the beef in
You still ain't ran no fade
How the fuck 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 niggas stream better, lemme pick a coffin (Sure)
My main bitch 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 nigga, fuck a token, melatonin
Niggas sleepin' on the moment (B-bap!)
Apnea, late night with the Glock loaded
Joe Budden with the pump when I aim, focus
Nigga, 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 bitch consoling
All these writers getting fired feel like James Comey
Nigga, fuck a interview, you better know it's on me
And I don't trust these nigga's views, I gotta kill 'em calmly
Catch a nigga in the lobby, hit 'em with the Olly (Yeah)
And I'm fucking at your partners 'cause you know I'm poly
I'ma be swinging on these crackers like I'm playing hockey (Bitch)
Young P. K. Subban with the stick on me
These niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas spreading highlights
Acting like we can't read a fucking b**k, man (Man)
And you not weirdos
And you not with the shits
And you never on go
Yeah, what the fuck? (Pew)
Begging for a donation (Gèt manman ou)
And shout out to my Haitians, uh
Get money, nigga, stay patient
When you doin shit right, lames stay hating, yeah (True)
Pull that blicky out, they singing like Clay Aiken
Y'all circle jerking with no bitches 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, nigga
We deserve them donations
Don't play with me, bitch, play PlayStation, it's safer
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Downtown shawty, poke your ass out
I only set niggas up, I don't back down
Black Ms rollin' 'round with that K out
Every time I look down, I'm clean
Yeah, got it on me
Big Gat', bail bonds and wrist slap
Lets see you niggas try to doge all this new tech
Buck, buck, buck, buck
Fuckin' your bitch like I'm back from the war (Ay)
Fuckin' your bitch, when I'm goin' on tour
Fucked in the head at my best I want gore
In the ocean like Nemo, those sharks hit the floor
We can't relate, bitch, I was poor
Empty the safe, money on floor (Ding)
All of my songs a diss (Facts)
I might just ghostwrite a hit
They know that's money well-spent, yeah, yeah (You fixed your pussy?)
Hol' up, fuck, nigga did huh with what?
You gon' keep pushin' your luck
If I aim for your head, better hope that you duck
Buck, brrt, buck, buck, buck
Fuckin' that bitch like I'm back from the war (Yeah)
Fuckin' your bitch like I'm back from the tour (Uh)
Fuck on me, baby, you know I'm a whore
I pistol whip 'em so he know that it's war
I ain't even have to show up in court
Droppin' the case, got her droppin' her jaw, shit
Buck, brrt
Fuckin' that bitch like I'm goin' to war
Fuckin' that bitch like I'm back from the tour (Hahaha)
Fuck on me, baby, you know that he borin'
I feel like A.I., ain't no win, I'm just scorin', huh
I can afford it (Yeah)
In the ocean like Dory, these sharks get 'em sorted, nasty
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And "You're With Me Tonight," take one
There will come a time in your life
When you will ask yourself a series of questions
"Am I happy with who I am?"
(Am I happy with who I am?)
"Am I happy with the people around me?"
(Am I happy with the people around me?)
"Am I happy with what I am doing?"
(Am I happy with what I am doing?)
"Am I happy with the way my life is going?"
(Am I happy with the way my life is going?)
"Do I have a life?"
(Do I have a life?)
"Or am I just living?"
(Or am I just living?)
Do not let these questions restrain or trouble you
If you haters wanna rumble, bring your anna to the door
Just point yourself in the direction of your dreams
Ho, you know how you can get me, you can catch me at a show
Find your strength in the sound and make your transition
If you haters wanna rumble, bring your anna to the door
(Ease your trouble)
Huh, huh, huh (Will I die?)
If you got it, I'm the one that's yelling "Sike!"
Bring your anna to the door
Huh, huh, huh, huh
All of my music is Mission: Impossible
I made these normies believe in a vet (Yeah)
Crackers be thinking these lines are deplorable
They just be mad 'cause I aim for they neck, wait
(Ease your trouble)
Mad 'cause I aim for they—
They just be mad 'cause I still get respect
Even when I got my foot on they—wait, bars
Feel like I'm raiding they room
Crackers be yellin' out, "MTV next" (Woo)
Rip up a deal, settled for less
You can tell Craig I doubled it back (Uh)
Doubled it, doubled it, doubled it back (Ease your trouble)
Nah, what? Uh (Make your transition)
Working is hard, it's easy to hate
Scraping the plate, I get it
But homie, I can't relate
These off-ass beats got me blue in the face in the face
R.I.P. DOOM, through the villain I'm raised
Giving these beats to pussy and cases only
(Ease your trouble)
Haga tu transición
Huh, huh, huh, uh
You not gon' rattle this nigga
Young Peg in the clutch turn to Damian Lillard
I made it out poverty richer
You heard one of my songs and got triggered
We ain't got the same type of issues (Ease your trouble)
The text green, are you jealous or mental?
So unoriginal, you gon' have to Awkwafina the accent if you want to trend
All of my hate come from weak-ass men
With their weak-ass hoes and their woke-ass friends
I come with the truth, I make 'em go bitch
I'm baiting these incels to meet with the clipse (Ease your trouble)
Dirty
Make your transition
Make your trans—
There will be people who say you can't
There will be people who will say
"You don't mix this with that"
And you will say, "Watch me" (Watch me)
(Ease your trouble)
If you haters wanna rumble
Bring your ana to the door
Ho, you know how you can get me
You can catch me at a sh—
If you haters wanna rumble
I got my own fire (Ease your trouble)
You can catch me at a show
This is how I represent
Bring your ana to the door
Ho, you know how you can get me
You can catch me at a sh—
If you haters wanna rumble
I got my own fire (Ease your trouble)
If you haters wanna rumble
Nada más que júntate en la dirección de tus sueños
Encuentra fuerza en el sonido
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My loneliness is killing me inside
I must confess (I must), I still believe and try
Give me a sign
My loneliness is killing me inside
I must confess, I still believe and try
When I'm not with you, I lose my mind
Give me a sign
That it's mine
Hit me (Hit me), baby
One more time
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Uh, for the resolution, the color, the science of them
Everything about JPEGs, I like
Yeah, I ain't relaxed yet (Nah)
Takin' a break from these albums, I'm gassin' (I'm gassin')
Yeah my skills is past that (Yeah)
They talkin' down, we've been lookin' right at that
They think I can't match that (Yeah)
Peggy too real for these games, I blew past that
Talkin' my smack (Smack)
And you niggas ain't did shit about it, what's that?
Are you thirsty? Are you lost? Are you dumb? Bitch, where you at?
Carmen San Diego all on this map
You lie to the Lord, and you lie through these apps
Your man got the two piece, 'cause you'll get the Mac
Don't stop lyin' (Don't do it)
I get stuck in the past, get to cryin'
Then remember my path, get to rhymin'
Hah, it doesn't get better
My loneliness is killing me inside
I must confess, I still believe and try
When I'm not with you, I lose my mind
Give me a sign
That it's mine
Hit me, baby
One more time, oh
Oh, baby, baby
Uh, uh, heh, you know what I'm sayin'?
Oh, baby, baby, yeah
Oh, baby, baby
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thank u for clearing this Britney & Max. LEGENDS
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A world premier
Please leave your message for 213 *beep-beep-beep* 3 *beep* 8
Gently spin me around
I'ma spin me around (Peggy spin me around)
I know it’s wrong
Oh, girl, now say they are
Baby, I
You better lock your door, shawty
You better lock your door, shawty (Shawty)
Niggas gon' slide right in, no warning (No warning)
You got style, keep that shit inside him (Huh)
Doin' no favors
Got that Glock goin’ fast, goin' fast, goin' fast
Uh
One deep in the back
Black man can't depend on sympathy (Yeah)
I feel like hip hop tried to put a hit on me
Pussy niggas put me in a box, it's belittling
Repo'd, these beats keep coming in kilos (Kilos)
Switch styles, make 'em feel like Mantio
In this game, the police use cheat codes (Ya heard me)
Huh, I feel like I just beat a case (Huh)
Whole different styles in my other hand
If you been here a while, you relate
I stay feeding my kids, I'm they government
Baby Reagan, I’m crack on the case (On the case)
Trickle down, get that shit off my chest, bang
Step off the stage, I feel so hot (Damn)
No weeks to relax
On the road I’m a redhead stranger
You know I gotta keep the smoke for the haters
You know we only— conceal
No faces, no case, no deal
Mind vacant, new champ, new heel
This flagrant, better yet so real
I love 'em
Uh, I feel like I just beat a case (Case)
Whole different styles in my other hand
If you been here a while, you relate
I stay feeding my kids, I’m they government
Baby Reagan, I'm crack on the case (On the case)
Trickle down, get that shit off my chest, bang (*Gunshot*)
Step off the stage, I feel so hot (Damn)
[Chorus]
(Bitch nigga, rich nigga, trick nigga, talk shit)
Oh, you better lock your door, shawty (Three)
He's gon' slide right in, no warning
You got style, keep that shit inside him, oo
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What kind of rappin' is this? (Tell me) (Your gentle ways)
(So clear, your voice so clear), yeah
Now I'm lookin' at this one
Now I'm lookin' at that one
Now I'm lookin' all over the world, yeah (Your gentle ways)
Yeah, lil bitch I been rapping like this
Niggas thinkin' I strip (Your presence near)
(So clear)
Uh, are you feelin' me now?
Big dog, make 'em follow the script
Like LL when I'm back in the house (Yeah)
Lil' bitch, I been rappin' like this (Uh)
Marion Barry, I'm takin' a hit
He carried a cross, I carry the clip
Like, what kind of rappin' is this?
I pray to him for a sound
Likе, please don't delivеr me now
Weak men always got so much issue with me
It just happens, it's bound, uh
Lil' bitch, I been rappin' like this
Covered in money, they thinkin' I strip
My pop was a ghost and my partner's ain't shit (No)
I rap like I'm one bar from slittin' my wrist
You one bar away from me splittin' your wig
Say a few words and jump back in the pit
What kind of rappin' is this? (Tell me) (Your gentle ways)
(So clear, your voice so clear), yeah
Now I'm lookin' at this one
Now I'm lookin' at that one
Now I'm lookin' all over the world, yeah (Your gentle ways)
Yeah, lil bitch I been rapping like this
Niggas thinkin' I strip (Your voice so clear)
(Your gentle ways)
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[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 momma 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 dick in this world
Bitch, take me back to the streets
Gotta keep sonning you, fuck 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 fuck 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 bitch
Give it back, I ain't through with that shit
Can't do shit on your own, don't you need the assist?
Attack of the Clones when these niggas be spittin'
Off-beat shit ain't gon' make you a livin'
Teach you somethin' since you think that I'm kiddin'
Woke, third-eye rappin' ass niggas
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
Niggas named after baking soda, but he never touched no fuckin' coke in your city
She's so thick, hit that bitch with a fast ball
Know you wanna fuck for my image
Heard your tape, glad I didn't get a mention
Last year bitch, 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 bitch, I'm Jimi Hendrix
With this thot shit I'm Eddie Hen—
Wait, Kendricks, man
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You pull up to a red light
A man jerks your door open, says
"Out of the car, I'm taking your car"
You say, "Okay, take it, just don't hurt me"
You know what I do?
I pull out the Glock, put it on his forehead
And spill his brains all over the concrete
Uh, bitch, I write a scene on your life
And I only rap out of spite
Loss is the theme of my life
After the steam and the hype, dawg
This is my career, not a dice
Never take L's to a light
Bitch, I am impervious to type
So young, bucking at advice
New Glock, leave it up to Christ (Hahaha)
Uh, fit for a Joker, need a Harley
Don Callis never been a carny
And you know we showin' out for Darby
Me and Tina bucking back at Ike
You a diva, we gon' drop the mic
New Glock, leave it up to Christ (Ah)
Uh, why would I show you my hand?
I put on a show on demand
I was on the show, who a fan?
These boys never made a profit
You ain't doin' shit, nigga, stop it
I see who y'all biggin', but it's gas
Grown men co-sign trash
Log off, go find bags
Two Glocks tucked in a bag
New switches, they gon' get attached
And they said we never gonna last
Death loop, you ain't comin' back
Them tweets cost you a life
You ain't had a hand in the hype
(Nah, man)
Uh, bitch, I'll write a scene on your life
And I only rap out of spite
Loss is the theme of my life
After the steam and the hype, dawg
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Uh, I gotta have it (Have it), it's not a habit (Habit)
I feel like a bad bitch, I smack it up (Smack it)
It's a closed casket (Uh-huh), this flow's mastered
I'm a whole has-been, I know it's tough (I know it's tough)
Was spittin' off-beat in my old spot (Old spot)
How you gon' tell me I ain't poppin'? Baby, you're not (Not at all)
Finna take that praise back (Yeah, yeah)
Finna take the game back (Yeah, yeah)
And I'm still spittin' in their mouth, I know you hate that
Better put that money down, better store that cash and tree
Better make it work just like they been workin' me
And when this album over, work for nobody for free
And when this album over, work for nobody but me
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Dawg, pick a location
PrIvate spot 'your pride and shock up when I put that pen to pavement
Y'all can keep that dickriding, I don't need that
'Cause real niggas only feel you when they see cheques
These days the bar so low for weird shit, had to stop sharing
I'm so peerless, beats get you off your bum ass like Baron
White boys be on they burners, who they think they scaring?
Black men who hate themselves don't like what I be sharing
Steady bumping niggas who don't own what they be blaring
It's apparent, you niggas got failed by your parents
Stay on my side like Sharon
Cut your season off as soon as you get to airin'
God don't like ugly, and just look how you appearing, nigga
You bitches all blue notes, no Harold Melvins (Facts)
Look, I get it, y'all need a image, y'all don't care 'bout talent
I know that you won't admit it, but you love my stylin'
Got a clip at one of my shows, you see me free and wilin'
I'm a young Frank Zappa, y'all Sarah Palin
Just simple, basic, no balance
Some niggas is washed-up, y'all need to leave the island
Everybody can't be Beyoncé, bitches be wilding
Somebody gotta be Michelle, I guess you ain't survivin', huh
Shut your goofy ass up


