JPEGMAFIA — THIS ONES FOR US!

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Yo, yo you good?
Everything about JPEG’s I like
Yeah, yeah
All of my babies is

All my month,
Pretty thot make me 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
Every episode, I’m sick and I feel so digusted
Piss drunk, thinking ’bout how niggas jealous of me when I loved (Mhm)
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 tote if you play with my passion
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 a speed bustdown

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 (Yeah)
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
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 (Yeah), apologize then delete ’em

Crackers threaten not to cover me
Whole staff white, ain’t no colorin’
Must be a cab night, Eric Sundermann
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 a time 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 shit, you not good at business
You vague with your threats, I’m direct with my pistol