THIS ONES FOR US!

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Yo
 Yo, you good?
 Everything about JPEGs I like
 Yeah, yeah
 ♪
 All of my babies is active
 All my money out the bank
 Pretty thot, make her put the cash in the mattress
 I don't be sendin' them nothing (Ooh)
 Straight slut with the flashing (Ooh)
 Niggas can tell that you frontin' (Truth), duff man
 Every episode, I'm sippin', I feel so disgusting
 Piss drunk, thinking 'bout how niggas jealous of me when I loved 'em (Mm)
 Niggas ain't loyal at the function
 Ink dry, crackers took the whole pie and gave you a fraction
 Cut it out, smut it out, pistol poke if you play with my passion
 It's a whole new world but it looks like my map loaded first, y'all laggin' (Huh)
 White writers wanna paint me as edgy
 Can't handle the facts that I'm rappin'
 Unbelievable, young Jerry Stackhouse
 Don't nobody wan' play with me, back out
 Fuck your playlist, I do what I want now
 Made this beat on a binge with a bust down
 Forty five on the Kimber, 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 Korbel got me feeling broken like Hardy now (Damn)
 And you niggas ain't niggas, you just became niggas 'cause niggas is making a profit now (Fake-ass nigga)
 White boys scared of the Peg in private, but postin' they black squares now
 When you see me, better say it with your chest and you better have a vest 'cause I don't waste rounds (Yeah)
 Give a fuck about a check, give a fuck about respect
 If the SIG jam, cut it close, lay your body down
 702, all I want is a sound
 Bombing on you, this the Lyricist Lounge (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' 'em down
 From close or away make you spirited now (Now), yeah
 Alright, last chance, enemies end up on last dance
 Spinnin' that pussy, go back in, back out
 Eating ass, feel like Pac-Man
 Rich and bitter, Black Batman
 Industry don't wanna back him
 It's alright though, still successful
 Government still wanna threaten you
 All guns still registered, mhm
 Hipster niggas, so irregular, 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 (Yeah), apologize then delete 'em
 Crackers threatened not to cover me
 Whole staff white, ain't no colorin'
 Must be a cab night, Eric Sundermann
 And y'all had Andy Cohn 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 rapist, rest of y'all suspicious
 That liberal arts degree really ain't hitting
 Fuck it, time to hit Tacombi, 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 that good at business
 You vague with your threats, I'm direct with my pistol
 

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Duration
03:03
Key
6
Tempo
127 BPM

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