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Because I like JPEGs
Eh, yeah
Uh

Damn, how ya want it then?
In the street, a little wolf in a pig pen
Big mouth, back it up while you faking then
And you niggas sneak diss and I'm starting to feel like it's serious
Not fly, trap the stars and took a wing from 'em
Back in the city you a pot that I'm pissing in
Ooh, somebody pray for these threes (Pray for 'em)
Some niggas die tryna make a, man
They gon' find your bitchass, face down
You want this nigga? I'll be that (Yeah)

In the grave I'mma be will you see that
You still ain't ran this fade
And you know that I'm still with that nonsense
Leave lil bitch in that field with no options
But you stay on my mind everyday, huh
Yeah, it's no secret
Crown heavy on my hеad but I keep it (Yeah, yeah)
In the gravе like Pa, I'm heated
Amazon flame, shoot your door when the beef hit
You still ain't ran no fade
How the fuck am I still on your conscious
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 Harley (Shoot)
Bottle shopping in 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
@ me at 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
Joe Biden can't remember, nigga I gotta focus
I be going
Speed 'til I'm towed, rob his console and
All these writers getting robbed, feel like James Comey
Nigga, fuck a interview, you better know what's on me

And I don't trust you niggas, bitch I gotta kill 'em calmly
Catch a nigga in the lobby, hit 'em with the ollie (Yeah)
And I'm fucking at your partners 'cause you know I'm poly
I'mma be swinging on these crackers like I'm playing hockey (Bitch)
Young P. K. Subban with the stick on me
These niggas grey worms, straight Unsullied
Boy, you scared and you weak, pussy 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?
'Cause I get more money
Young Thor with the hammer, you can't touch me

What your life like?
While you set up for this job, get your mic right
These off-field niggas spreading highlights
Acting like we can't read a fucking b***, man (Man)
And you not weirdos
And you not with the shits
And you never on go
Yeah, what the fuck?
Begging for a donation, nigga 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
I circle jerkin with no bitches and no bacon (None)

Out west with the Smith like I'm Jaden
Literate 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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