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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