[Intro: Danny Brown]
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[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
I done bossed up on a bitch, bounced on the ho like, "Sayonara" (Style)
Everything about you is borrowed
Got big pockets like a fat man cargos
N***a, you won't see tomorrow
One phone call, your family's sorrow (Go)
Just be a whole bunch of pyro
Shootin' on n***as like Jannero Pargo (Doot, doot, doot, doot)
Hold up, watch out (Watch out)
N***a, I'm about to go nuts (Go nuts)
Hoe, you say what? (Say what?)
N***a better keep it on a hush
I'm out my mind, I don't come from this planet (Style)
Drifted off, ended up somewhere stranded (Style)
Now I'm back, y'all n***as can't handle it
Now I'm back, y'all n***as can't stand it
Hold up, calm down (Calm down)
N***a, just take a deep breath (Breath)
Who you, watch out (Watch out)
Better not take another step (Uh-uh)
One of one, n***as ain't fuckin' with me (Nah)
Live in the flesh, n***a, somethin' to see (Yeah)
I make it hard for you n***as to breathe (Uh)
Never be another motherfucker like me (No)
Actin' so brand new, but everything I wear is vintage
'Bout to run up on you, take your spot and take your bitches
Man, I can't fuck with y'all n***as, y'all let Jack Harlow sell y'all chicken
[Verse 2: JPEGMAFIA]
Uh, this that irregular wave
I'm smokin' somethin' unusual, but to me it's just regular haze
They comin' to clean out my cuticles
Tired of smokin' these regular strains
You get used to these crackers accusin' you
When you Black, it's a regular thing

[Bridge: JPEGMAFIA]
Uh, girl, it's been minutes, it's been hours
And it's been days, bitch
I pray for you, always, it's so tragic, babe

[Verse 3: JPEGMAFIA]
Uh, yeah, yeah, your path, it's lookin' like shit (Like shit)
Your bag, it's lookin' like shit (Like shit)
That ass is lookin' like shit (Like shit)
Almost thirty, don't know who you is, bitch, work it out
You ain't even on shift, mm, look (Everything about JPEGs, I like)
Back in this bitch lookin' bummy
The ket got my shoulder leanin' like I'm Dro
All of that royalty, power, that fame, and respect
It can't change the fact that you a ho
Wipe me like Boosie, keep thinkin' you Bruce Lee
When you could end up goin' out like The Crow
N***as want action, I'm not into actin'
Put you on the screen like I'm Christopher Nol'