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Because I like JPEGs Eh, yeah Uh Damn, how ya want it then? Industry done let a wolf in a pig pen Big mouth, back it up, why you faking then? And you **** still ain't did shit and I'm starting to feel like Zimmerman Not fly, trap a star, strip a wing from him Back in the city, you a pot that I'm pissing in Ooh, somebody pray for this dweeb (Pray for 'em) Some **** die tryna make a-mends They gon' find your bitchass face down You want this ****? I'll be that (Yeah) In the grave, I'ma be where your seat at You still ain't ran this fade And you know that I'm still with that nonsense Leave lil' bitch in the field with no options But you stay on my mind everyday, huh Yeah, it's no secret Crown heavy on my head but I keep it (Yeah, yeah) In the grave like Pa, I'm heated Amazon's fresh at your door, bring the beef in You still ain't ran no fade How the fuck am I still on your conscience 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 **** 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 Hall (Sheesh) And bottles sharpening my edges, I'm an alcoholic Gotta keep my hairline on Candace Owens, Kevin Owens (Uh) Real ****, fuck a token, melatonin **** sleepin' on the moment (B-bap!) Apnea, late night with the Glock loaded Joe Budden with the pump when I aim, focus ****, how ya never miss when the whole world is hopeless? (Huh) Joe Biden, can't remember, think I gotta focus I be going Speed through the tolls, my bitch consoling All these writers getting fired feel like James Comey ****, fuck a interview, you better know it's on me And I don't trust these ****'s views, I gotta kill 'em calmly Catch a **** in the lobby, hit 'em with the Olly (Yeah) And I'm fucking at your partners 'cause you know I'm poly I'ma be swinging on these crackers like I'm playing hockey (Bitch) Young P. K. Subban with the stick on me These **** Grey Worm, straight Unsullied Boy, you scared and you weak, plus you dress bummy (C'mon, daddy) I be twerkin' on stage like I'm Bad Bunny (You the man, daddy) These **** going through a phase I'm going out the country, why? (Be like that) 'Cause I get more money Young Thor with the hammer and you can't touch me What your life like? Why you settle for this job? Get your mic right These off-field **** spreading highlights Acting like we can't read a fucking b**k, man (Man) And you not weirdos And you not with the shits And you never on go Yeah, what the fuck? (Pew) Begging for a donation (Gèt manman ou) And shout out to my Haitians, uh Get money, ****, stay patient When you doin' shit right, lames stay hating, yeah (True) Pull that blicky out, they singing like Clay Aiken Y'all circle jerking with no bitches and no bacon (None) Out west with the Smith like I'm Jaden Let it ring from either hand like Nick Saban (Brrat) More money, more guns, less vacations, **** We deserve them donations Don't play with me, bitch, play PlayStation, it's safer