Roaches

[Verse 1: JPEGMAFIA] Uh Niggas get mad at me when I call out they hatin' 'Cause they hatin', no debatin' All on my dick and you know we ain't datin' (You know it) Bitch nigga, let's face it (Come on) We came up out the mud, still got dirt on our faces Now we countin' blue faces Bust it open for me (Bust it open for me) Bust it open like cases (Hoo) Fuck who y'all think is the champ We treat the belt like it's vacant They say, "Peggy, you should open up" (Why?) Then they use that info to fillet you I grew up with no money, no luck No phones, my nigga, just cable Latе at night, I'm up watchin' Uncut (Uncut) Dirty dishes, put food on the table Sеllin' 'caine, make you think you Abel I'ma give you niggas somethin' to pray about when you pray to God forgives, Peggy can't do Niggas out here gettin' canceled Me, Danny, plus this beat, check the resume, that's the holy trinity God sent me to this Earth to help all these crackers find accountability I done fucked so many losers, can't let no one up in my vicinity Play these niggas like the tuba, hit the grass and serve 'em that Kennedy [Chorus: Danny Brown] Ain't we lucky we got 'em? Memories, I can't live without 'em Back then, we ain't know we was broke Dish liquid when we ran out of soap If you come over, might see a roach I mean, um, more than one If I leave the lights off too long and, then, um, more to come Fucked up, tryna do the best they can, but, man, we all still happy Sister in the kitchen cryin', gettin' her hair done with the hot comb 'cause it's too nappy Runnin' 'round loud, ma yellin', "Sit down" Tellin' us, "Inside or out, you keep lettin' all the air out the house" [Verse 2: Danny Brown] Uh, I came up out my mama house, we on to better things Stayed up on his grind and now guess what, your son livin' his dreams I ain't stoppin', we just gettin' started, so just stay in tune If you thought that it was over, sorry, I got bad news I'm past you You're makin' cashews I know cash rules I'll outlast you Because I'm that dude And you are past due [Bridge: JPEGMAFIA] Yeah Some of you niggas is bums and some of you niggas won't make it, woah Treat every kid like my son, man, my kids ain't nothin' to play with, oh And some of you bitches be screamin' out, "Real talk," but just hatin', though Oh, yeah, we know Oh, yeah, we know [Chorus: Danny Brown] Ain't we lucky we got 'em? Memories, I can't live without 'em Back then, we ain't know we was broke Dish liquid when we ran out of soap If you come over, might see a roach I mean, um, more than one If I leave the lights off too long and, then, um, more to come Fucked up, tryna do the best they can, but, man, we all still happy Sister in the kitchen cryin', gettin' her hair done with the hot comb 'cause it's too nappy Runnin' 'round loud, ma yellin', "Sit down" Tellin' us, "Inside or out, you keep lettin' all the air out the house"