JPEGMAFIA - IMX (freestyle) lyrics

Ohhhh mhm all this cooking up
A nigga feel like superman
Don't know how I manage
Nigga I be super stressed (Facts)
I don't wife a bitch and fuck a shot at les
You can get the wide shot with the IMAX
Used to be immature now a nigga feel like IMX
(Wait)
How these niggas started acting black at 28
Talking down on Peggy but you
Grew up in a gate
Fire and desire, took my blicky on a date
These suburban niggas ain't really hungry
And I done ate (Hm-m)
I do this cus i have to, you do this cus you
Look a minute ah
Put these suckas in they place
Killer Instinct, ice on me like glaciеr
Body slam the beat, I'm a young Jake Hagеr
Late to register, but fuck it nigga we major
Bitch, stop runnin' you is not Ralph Nader
Spit up in the ass
She talk to me like a hater (Wet)
(WET) lookin for respect
Load up the tech bitch, take it off my neck
(BRRRR) know a nigga blessed cus my
Daddy never prayed for less
Sleep with a vet (Yea) bald head nigga
When i spit up in her ass she gon call me Lex
I feel like Jordan vs Thomas
(Cmon) , niggas gettin swept
Niggas who never believed in
Me steady seeing red like at the cold text
Been on this horse for a while
Guess I'm Bojack
Ima sleep when I die, hope you know that
I'm diggin deep, I gotta recoup
I better own that
I gotta say what's on my mind
Fuck the blowback
I know the swine at the priest sayin "Ha
Lil peggy where ya coat at?" big business
Smoking Billie Kay, dressed like libshit's
Look watch ya enemies fail, I gotta hitlist
I ran a dead cop audio through Bitwig
That's just the casualties of war
It's never cryptic
I break the fourth wall, niggas stay scripted
But look we comin for you, now can you dig it
You been lying and you still wanna kick it
Serve a cop two piece with a biscuit
I'm not the same as these rappers
There's a difference
Hear it in my beats, see it in my mentions
Little anxiety mixed with pretention
Rules never look good till you bend em
Break it (Woah)
Man, tell the 5o suck my dick
Heard yall house on fire, It's lit
Man, fuck Trump I'm bucking that hicks
New sauce, new year, new drip
Got two Glock nineteens, they twins
Keep y'all foot up on the neck of them pigs
Strap up 'for I ever get strapped in
Fuck out the way if you tap dancin' stop