- JPEGMAFIA Drake Era 歌詞
- JPEGMAFIA
- [Intro]
Its real, its real
(Coughing and mumbling)
Yeah, uh
[Verse 1]
You see me & you see terror (oh yeah)
I got stripes like a flag bearer
Peggy, Peggy, Im the new young Mayweather
Im just trying to take hip-hop out the Drake era
**** a mob
**** a squad
**** your mans and them
You singing ass *****s dont know how to be men
I hit your baby mama
Gave that ***** a new tan
I talk that greasy shit
And hit them with a new dance
Oh my god (oh)
Peggy, Peggy
Youre so good
**** whoever said you up you up to no good
Cause Im the man in the street
The man with the beats
And the man holding heat
I drop bombs like I drop science (whoo)
Drop a body off like a dropped client
Drop 6
Drop Top
Drop FaceTime
I give a **** about peace
I spit hate crimes
Who the **** you know could kill em with these cold lines?
Young Peglord on the mic
*****, its go time
I piss white boys off in my spare time
Tugging at your heart Im the black Ben Carson
So try me if you really wanna
No seriously (yeah)
Try me if you really wanna
Who the **** told you Peggy wasnt getting paid?
I ****** up with a ****** ***** and catch a fade
[Hook]
Swisher sweet (swisher sweet)
Aint nobody can **** with me
Kill the beat (kill the beat)
Backpackers they loving me
Oh my god (god)
OH GOD (oh god)
Huh, huh
Swisher sweet (swisher sweet)
Aint nobody can **** with me
Kill the beat (kill the beat)
Backpackers they loving me
Oh my god (god)
OH GOD (oh god)
[Verse 2]
Uh, **** you **** ass *****s that dont like rap
But you rap
How ****ing dumb is that?
***** ass *****s be too committed to the act
I know you wanna jock
Imma take you off the atlas
With your Indie ass
And you Metacritic rappers dont get no pass
You got these white girls singing
These white girls singing
But * ****s never feel you so you play it like you different
Im a ****ing grave digger
I dont see these boys
You step in my sandbox
You gon see these toys
You suburban ass *****s need to stay in your place
No snaps, no tweets
This is straight to your face
**** em
I bring death to any ***** that try to rattle me
You casualties actually factually you aint as bad as me
*****s say they charged up
Imma drain your ****ing battery
Split your ass in two and you still will never be half of me, Buster!
**** your mob
**** your squad
**** your mans and them
You indie *****s just wanna be black men
Ive been real all my life
Youre like MC Ride
Two crackers call your album '*****' and you let that slide, *****
Get the **** out of my genre, my genre
Get the **** out of my genre, my genre
Rich kids trying to go urban no shaman
But this a new era
I took hip-hop hostage, ****er
[Bridge]
Life is like a box of chocolate
Life is like a box of chocolate girls
(mumbling)
Life is like a box of chocolate girls
I dont want you in my world
But these people
****ing other *****s *******
Let the bass hit em
**** it, imma split em
Kill a * **** for the ribbons
Yeah, uh
[Verse 3]
I dont get mad
I get rich
I dont get sad
I get tips
Im not a waitress
Im not a waiter
I dont
Confer
I just
Counter, counter, counter
Counter attack
***** I know you, know you, know you
Know you wanna react
But you cant, but you cant, but you cant
You cant
You gon dance, you gon dance, you gon dance
You dance
I hear your Hotline Blinging
Got a whole generation of ***** *****s singing
*****s dont even know what they want no more
No
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