[Intro]
Once you start seeing me training and grinding, you gon' fu*kin' go b*tch
[Intro: Tkay Maidza]
Everything about JPEG's I like
Ain't nothing wrong with the two of us
Know that
Put it down just like you miss me
Know that
Ain't nothing wrong with the two of us
Know that
Miss me
Know that
[Verse 1: JPEGMAFIA]
Uh, oh, I got [?] baby momma in the back seat
The other [?] baby momma won't stop harrassin' me
I can't keep up with these girls
I just want quiet and peace
There's more than dick in this world
b*tch, take me outta the streets
Gotta keep some of you, fu*k every one of you
I got the gun Give it back, I ain't doing (For real)
She said I'm done with you, I had my fun with you
Take me back to the streets
Watch your tongue when you talk to this geek
Choppa don't jam, it's like one of y'all beats
Stay in the lab, get the fu*k out the streets
This is not what you want
This is not where you at
This not it
I finesse and I jerk in that b*tch
Give it back, I ain't doing that sh*t
Can't do sh*t on your own, don't you need the assist?
Attack of the Clones when you ni**as be spittin'
Off-beat sh*t ain't gon' make you a livin'
Teach you somethin' since you think that I'm kiddin'
Woah, third-eye rappin' ass ni**as
NOI flows, report for an image
Woah, called up the minister, something just ain't addin' up
But lions and leopards they meant to be jiggy
[?] Hill, they say meant to be pretty
ni**as named after baking soda, but he never touched no fu*kin' coke and you see
She's so thick, hit that b*tch with a fast ball, she fu*k for an image
Heard your tape but I didn't get a mention
Last year b*tch, I be the sentence
That's why these hoes just want the attention
Stop talking
I see you blur your face for the 'Gram
I blur your face, forensics
With the star b*tch, I'm Jimi Hendrix
[?] I'm Eddie, wait, Kendricks, man