You think you know me
Uh
So right, so right, all right
Uh
Not gonna lie, woke up and I'm feelin' like Roman, y'all better acknowledge it
Not gon' lie, flow so old, but a nigga so cold that he fucked on and polished it
Not gonna lie, when I turn on these sessions I feel like I stepped in my bag
Not gon' lie, when I turn on yo' album, I feel like I stepped in some trash
Doodie, ass
Label better recoup that fast
If I put out that shit, I'd be done
Swear these niggas is some bums
Me gal back it up, the ting wide like a bun
Likkle boy, mi commit murda for fun
Don't make me say it, you know what I want
We ain't never need no reason
She not my bitch, she discipled
Get drunk, and start tweetin', then cop a new rifle attached
Kel-Tec, 5.7, P-50 with the big rounds gonna feel like Jim in The Mask
Somebody stop me
Never mind, just watch me
Shake it, shake it, shake it, go
You get me?
Laughing at niggas throwing shade at PEG, 'cause they know that they going out sad
These whore ass niggas try case me
Keep it zipped, only paying in cash
Runnin' circles 'round these niggas with no budget, dog
Killing niggas with no pen at the pad
Been going Super Saiyan God since I cut it off
Every bounce mixed down, it's a bag
So many niggas copy me, I got no kids at all
But this year startin' to feel like a dad
Not gonna lie, woke up and I'm feelin' like Romie, y'all better acknowledge it
Not gon' lie, flow so old, but a nigga so cold that I fucked 'round and polished it
Not gonna lie, when I turn on these sessions I feel like I stepped in my bag
Not gon' lie, I can't turn on yo' albums, I know I’ll be bumpin' some trash
Fuck y'all
Those are some strong words from JPEGMAFIA
