[Intro]
You think you know me
Uh
So right, so right, all right
Uh

[Chorus]
Not gonna lie, woke up and I'm feelin' like Roman, y'all better acknowledge it
Not gon' lie, flow so old, but a n***a 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

[Verse 1]
Doodie, ass
Label better recoup that fast
If I put out that shit, I'd be done
Swear these n***as 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
[Verse 2]
You get me?
Laughing at n***as throwing shade at PEG, 'cause they know that they going out sad
These whore ass n***as try case me
Keep it zipped, only paying in cash
Runnin' circles 'round these n***as with no budget, dog
Killing n***as 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 n***as copy me, I got no kids at all
But this year startin' to feel like a dad

[Chorus]
Not gonna lie, woke up and I'm feelin' like Romie, y'all better acknowledge it
Not gon' lie, flow so old, but a n***a 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

[Outro]
Fuck y'all
Those are some strong words from JPEGMAFIA