[Intro]
I said what I said-

[Chorus: JPEGMAFIA]
Money, cash (Better line it up)
.50s, .45s, the Macs
FNs, Benellis, Whoppers, Keltecs
Dracos and [?]
Kimber
Kimber
Kimber [?]
Kimber [?]

[Verse 1: JPEGMAFIA]
Got charged lil boy, what's the comeback?
How the fuck you getting plays? I been done that
I'd rather get the hate give the love back
Writing fake rape stories, who does that?
Put the picture in the middle, but who was that?
Don't let me send your ass with [?]
Don't let me put your bitch in a ball gag
They don't know who he be, n***a where's your dawgs at?
We checking on your bitch, call backs
Oh shit, this n***a layed up in full black
Both strapped up, difference I pull that
You talk shit n***a, I do that
You bullet proof baby, let's prove that
They hate me, guess who's back?
No shady, this pain all black
This that 63 views in a year, uh
This that care when nobody care, when nobody care, uh
This that push through when nobody sees you what you do
Have the pain and percussion in tears, and the bass
In the lyrics don't discuss your fears
They gonna use it against you, you scared
I was here when them cells wasn't here
Have no fear, fuck your peers
Fuck that label, fuck them every year
Seen your stories, lil buddy you weird
Who the fuck do you think that you scaring?
Come to north Hollywood and start airing
You be pillow talking, it's apparent
Get your gun since you can't get your parents
Come from MD to LA
Like Pac, I ain't scared, I'm the truth
Live my life on a dare
You go behind the back like a Karen, huh
This is sincere
Slap Karens like I'm Rick Flair
Get back, yeah I've been there
On your boss you better keep that energy when I see you
I'm thinking about shaving my beard
I've been bumping how to disappear
I'ma make you disappear
It gets harder and harder each year
It gets harder to pretend I care
I just wish that she loved me for me
I just wish—
I treat her like I treat one of my beats
On the low and you know I'm a freak
Fuck your mentions, I'm switching positions
Lit 'em up, it's too fun, I can't pin them
Every tweet is your grave that you digging
Don't get sent to your Pa over mentions
Don't get sent to your Pa for pretending
Murder rock, I'm still pissing on Burzum
White boys think they in for a fight
43 x for the x on your knife
That's the life
[Chorus 2: JPEGMAFIA]
Ay
Glocks, Macs
Lethals, shotties
[?], ARs, everything

[Interlude]
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[Instrumental Outro]