JPEGMAFIA - HAZARD DUTY PAY! lyrics

[Intro] You think you know me In the morning There's a fear of nightfall When darkness comes and covers all Sometimes we feel pain, the day, pray Sometimes we feel pain, the day, pray [Verse] If he fallin that flowin them go, gone ni**as ain't built for this page in my art All this Champagne put a stain on my heart Don't pick him up he ain't built for this part If you wasn't here for them lows, walk Blick on my hip and I'm dressed like a God Labels like birdies your shoes and your talk I take a shot and like Moses they part Man I can't tell what you mean (Huh) Why does your black feel like business to me? Industry lies never line up on screen (Facts) Peggy keep scoring I feel like The Dream Yeah, what you want, uh Y'all love the fake, I've been real from the start Never had to take a shooters a star Stock up on weapons and pussy and cars Just thought you should know Look at this lane that I made it was vacant These veggie grill ni**as don't really want beef Real ni**as die and then fake ones replace them Now I see my DNA all in y'all beats Talk, ni**as just rap don't back up what they talk Play for me got so much smoke in my heart Rap like I'm gifted and grew up on God, yeah Shorty want dick (What?), money, and leverage One out of three, feel like three when I'm in it (Skrrt) Peggy the goat, more like the feds As soon as you see me you know that it's finished And, how can you tell that he's winnin (How?) Floated right through the pandemic, no limits Stunted creatively, don't got a vision I die for my pride you be hiding in gimmicks Glock with a switch turn a vegan to spinach (Brr) VM-50, we ain't beefin, you dinner Turn a "I'll do it" right into "who did it" Some you can't speak you should just buy a ticket Choke on the dick and thats smoke for this fire Giving these old ni**as hope when I die (I) Call up my momma then hang up the line (b*tch) Money got me feelin wet like I'm Tai Hard, when I go out tell em peggy ain't give up the funk fu*k 'em [Outro] Huh, dirty