Garbage Pale Kids

[Intro]

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[Verse 1: Danny Brown]

Niggas don't rap no more, they just sell clothes

So I should probably quit and start a line of bathrobes

I'm cold like Missouri

Ask Siri if I'm that nigga

She'll probably answer back

"Don't ask me stupid shit, my nigga"

I'm a stone cold degenerate, working out wit' no membership

A minute late, you'll wonder where the bitches went? (Where the bitches go?)

My manuscript, I can't handle it

Eat ya ass like I'm Canibus

I show up on your screen like tele-evangelist

And I have faith that I can clap those cheeks like—

Getting Brown to your yard

Need me morе than a milkshake

And I say I'm out here

I'm up though

Thеy wanna see me fall off, but they nuts bro

I keep the custos at the front door

Gotta line around the corner for this dope flow

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2: JPEGMAFIA]

Uh, yeah

Yeah, some of you niggas be talkin' that shit

And spent all your life being motherfucking rats

Gettin' lined up ain't enough

Getting slapped ain't a dub

Getting shot and ain't do nothing back

Shut the fuck up with them subs

How you posting all day, but claim that you packing a MAC?

These niggas ain't in my league and ain't right in the head

We gon' pull your daddy out his casket

(Suck my dick, bitch ass nigga)

I thought we chased yo' punk ass off the scene

Caught that Raekwon, you should stick to the cream

Servin' these niggas like I'm Paula Deen

Blood raw, I don't cook what I eat

Hook shot, bitch I think I'm Kareem

I don't believe what you say on them beats

They gave you hands and cleats

Why you still posting memes?

Why you ain't grab no beam?

This nigga still on my feed, talkin' what he should've did

Shoulda-coulda-woulda ass nigga

Why the fuck you ain't did it?

The way that you talk somebody should be missing

My boy, it ain't real, 'less you can't see that

Uh-uh

You can't be broke and over thirty, getting your ass beat where you sleep at

Come on, bro