JPEGMAFIA - try me lyrics
JPEGMAFIA [Barrington DeVaughn Hendricks] Baltimore, Maryland/N.Y., U.S. 🇺🇸
[JPEGMAFIA - try me lyrics]
Damn forgot to do something
The fuck was it
Talked about the trust fund kids, black sins
Cops fake Starbucks activist motherfuckers
(did I say it?)
Yo, did I diss- did I say fuck Eminem?
I said fuck Eminem
Damn, what'd I forget to do?
Oh yeah, it ain't over motherfuckers
I hate you motherfuckers
I hate you motherfuckers
I hate you motherfuckers
I hate you motherfuckers
I hate you motherfuckers
Niggas wanna be gods i'm in it
Yes, one time for the little line baby girl
I'm in that thing like what
RIP to my Haitians out in the DR
Tryin' to live they life gettin'
Killed by fucking Latinas
If it was up to me
I'd end they fuckin' history
Deport 'em if they got no papers, oof
The irony
But see, this shit was never new to me
Warned you niggas about
That black-brown unity
This racism shit is too
Deep for any philosophy
I don't know why you dumb
Crackers had a monopoly
I don't know why y'all
Fraternizin' with enemies
Don't know they race so them
Fuckboys pretend to be
Anything they wanna be
Got some fuckin wannabes
Zoe Saldana and Sammy Sosa, y'all extra weak
Black to the core bitch my
Skin on extra fleek
Y'all been piggy backin' off
Of niggas since slavery
But that shit stops here I rose to the pulpit
And brought extra bullets for
That "Hola papi" bullshit
I swear on James Brown if you try me
Red hooks on 'em like Spike Lee, yuh, huh
I said I swear on James Brown if you try me
Red hooks on 'em like Spike Lee uh, us
516, 718 yeah, and everything in between
One time, I hold nothin' back nigga, check it
Before I get to the business
I ain't spit a punchline since Christmas
Amazon guns get clipped with the quickness
Ya must want death on your wishlist
Bumboclaat this that headshot, close proxy
Gotta question for you bitches
In the hot seat
What would GG allin do? Let's dig up the body
Put that cracker on his knees and
Let him pray to my shotty
This is, young thotty, Benghazi
I catch bodies
No leader mask gone somebody stop me
The real Marxist harmonist, I'm a nobody
Black Jesus, dark Caesar, I rep commies
I wish a fuckin officer would try
To run up on me
Second amendment, bitch I got the Glock on me
Hot steppin'
Who's fuckin' with the young Devon?
Send yo' ass to heaven and go to 7-Eleven
I swear on James Brown, if you try me
Red hooks on 'em like Spike Lee
I swear on James Brown if you try me
Red hooks on 'em like Spike Lee, huh! Uh, huh
Uh! Red, Spike, rock, yah
Set 'em up, set 'em up! Saucy, nigga, yo
Niggas be talking 'bout what they
Wanna do to the prophet
Bitch stop it, I'm John Hopkins
I close coffins
Straight stalkin', I get to walkin'
Your purse is fallin' the fellas marchin'
Tryin' your best to be cautious
This is coins over paper
I'll pay the bill for your wake
I kill a coppa and bake 'em
And ship 'em off to Jamaica
Brake a dread with the vapor
I never been in the paper
But when I do, City of God, Zé in the makin'
Bitch, no
I never trust a preacher or a rabbi
Compress me or check me bitch
I'm a motherfuckin' landmine
Young black landline
Password is these cans flyin'
All up in your cubicle
Bitch I work on my own time
Kill a cop for full time and
Take him out as old time
I don't give a fuck about
A nigga talkin' gun rhymes
Peg more than showtime
I spit fuckin' coke lines
Flash a nigga to blam him and
Make him give me a cosign, nigga
The fuck was it
Talked about the trust fund kids, black sins
Cops fake Starbucks activist motherfuckers
(did I say it?)
Yo, did I diss- did I say fuck Eminem?
I said fuck Eminem
Damn, what'd I forget to do?
Oh yeah, it ain't over motherfuckers
I hate you motherfuckers
I hate you motherfuckers
I hate you motherfuckers
I hate you motherfuckers
I hate you motherfuckers
Niggas wanna be gods i'm in it
Yes, one time for the little line baby girl
I'm in that thing like what
RIP to my Haitians out in the DR
Tryin' to live they life gettin'
Killed by fucking Latinas
If it was up to me
I'd end they fuckin' history
Deport 'em if they got no papers, oof
The irony
But see, this shit was never new to me
Warned you niggas about
That black-brown unity
This racism shit is too
Deep for any philosophy
I don't know why you dumb
Crackers had a monopoly
I don't know why y'all
Fraternizin' with enemies
Don't know they race so them
Fuckboys pretend to be
Anything they wanna be
Got some fuckin wannabes
Zoe Saldana and Sammy Sosa, y'all extra weak
Black to the core bitch my
Skin on extra fleek
Y'all been piggy backin' off
Of niggas since slavery
But that shit stops here I rose to the pulpit
And brought extra bullets for
That "Hola papi" bullshit
I swear on James Brown if you try me
Red hooks on 'em like Spike Lee, yuh, huh
I said I swear on James Brown if you try me
Red hooks on 'em like Spike Lee uh, us
516, 718 yeah, and everything in between
One time, I hold nothin' back nigga, check it
Before I get to the business
I ain't spit a punchline since Christmas
Amazon guns get clipped with the quickness
Ya must want death on your wishlist
Bumboclaat this that headshot, close proxy
Gotta question for you bitches
In the hot seat
What would GG allin do? Let's dig up the body
Put that cracker on his knees and
Let him pray to my shotty
This is, young thotty, Benghazi
I catch bodies
No leader mask gone somebody stop me
The real Marxist harmonist, I'm a nobody
Black Jesus, dark Caesar, I rep commies
I wish a fuckin officer would try
To run up on me
Second amendment, bitch I got the Glock on me
Hot steppin'
Who's fuckin' with the young Devon?
Send yo' ass to heaven and go to 7-Eleven
I swear on James Brown, if you try me
Red hooks on 'em like Spike Lee
I swear on James Brown if you try me
Red hooks on 'em like Spike Lee, huh! Uh, huh
Uh! Red, Spike, rock, yah
Set 'em up, set 'em up! Saucy, nigga, yo
Niggas be talking 'bout what they
Wanna do to the prophet
Bitch stop it, I'm John Hopkins
I close coffins
Straight stalkin', I get to walkin'
Your purse is fallin' the fellas marchin'
Tryin' your best to be cautious
This is coins over paper
I'll pay the bill for your wake
I kill a coppa and bake 'em
And ship 'em off to Jamaica
Brake a dread with the vapor
I never been in the paper
But when I do, City of God, Zé in the makin'
Bitch, no
I never trust a preacher or a rabbi
Compress me or check me bitch
I'm a motherfuckin' landmine
Young black landline
Password is these cans flyin'
All up in your cubicle
Bitch I work on my own time
Kill a cop for full time and
Take him out as old time
I don't give a fuck about
A nigga talkin' gun rhymes
Peg more than showtime
I spit fuckin' coke lines
Flash a nigga to blam him and
Make him give me a cosign, nigga