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"