THE ONES FOR US!
(Everything all right) Y0
(Yo, yo you good?)
Everything about JPEG's I like
Yeah, yeah (hit it)
(Forward selecta, Selassie know)
(Ah me give dem music lyric)
All of my babies is hacked
All my month, out the bank
Pretty thot make her put the cash in the mattress
I'ma be sendin' them nothing (ooh)
Straight slut whippin' flash
Niggas can tell that you frontin', down for that (truth)
Every episode, I'm sick and I feel so disgusted
Piss drunk, thinking 'bout how niggas jealous of me
When I loved 'em (you dun know seh respect up deh, enuh, hm)
Niggas ain't loyal at the function
Ink dry, crackers took the whole pint, gave you a fraction
Cut it out, snort it out
Pistol poke if you play with my passion (yeah man, ah di baddest)
It's a whole new world but it looks like my map loaded first y'all lagging, huh
White writers wanna pay me, except you can't handle the facts that I'm rapping
Unbelievable, young jury stacking
Don't nobody wan' play with me, back up
Fuck your playlist, I do what I want now
Made it speed up, a Benz with a bussdown (yeah man)
Forty-five and it came with three holes in the trigger
The new ones got butterflies on 'em now
I think I am a killer, came back from Kuwait
And these niggas is looking like targets now
I ain't sippin' no liquor tonight
'Cause that court book got me feeling broken like Hardy now
And you niggas ain't niggas, you just became niggas
'Cause niggas is making a profit now (fake ass nigga)
White boy scared of the Peg and pride but postin' they black squares now
When you see me, better say it with your chest
And you better have a vest, I don't waste rounds (y'ear?)
Give a fuck about a check, give a fuck about respect
If the SIG jam, come close, lay your body down
702, all I want is a sound
Armor, give 'em some lyricism (ayy)
Twin Kimbers, Prince and his blouse
Lost world when I'm back in the town
Stainless, I brought the Raptors out
Bloodhounds, baby trackin' him down
Closer away niggas fearin' it now (ha), yeah
Alright, last chance, enemies end up on last dance
Spinnin' that pussy, go back in, back out
Eating ass, feel like Pacman
Rich and been a black Batman
Industry don't wanna back him
It's alright though, still successful
Government still wanna back me
All guns still registered, mm-hmm
(You dun know seh respect up deh, enuh, hm, ah me ah tell you seh)
Hipster niggas, so regular, up in Williamsburg, lookin' hella dumb (fact)
I used to try to be nice to 'em, now I just know that they jealous of me
Faded all of my DMs , apologize then delete 'em (yeah)
Crackers threaten not to cover me
Whole staff white, ain't no colorin'
Must be a cab night, Eric Sundermann
And you a Andy Cohen, just smotherin' women
You threaten my money, I'm snatchin' your spirit
That's why I feel nothing for none of you bitches
Leaders is rapists, rest of y'all suspicious
That liberal arts degree really ain't hitting
Fuck Kitana hit Takumi, do dishes
Your boss is a rapist, what did I do? I missed it
Black, beautiful, and damn, I'm gifted
You being white just got you that position
You not with the shits, you not good at business
You vague with your threats, I'm direct with my pistol
(You know ah Live sound and anything test die)
