JPEGMAFIA - UNTITLED (AUDIO)

JPEGMAFIA - UNTITLED (AUDIO) with tags jpegmafia, jpegmafia veteran, jpegmafia all my heroes, jpegmafia 1539, jesus forgive me, bald jpeg, jpegmafia lp, jpegmafia lp offline, lp offline, jpeg lp

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Produced by JPEGMAFIA

Written by JPEGMAFIA

Mixed by JPEGMAFIA

Mastered by JPEGMAFIA

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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