[Verse 1]
Money talks
n***as walk
Young Reagan
I'll be damned if I take a loss
I cut it up
I ship it off
Young vet
I triple debt
I'm never wrong
b**h n***a
I'm the bad man, the bad man
Made a mil' from the acting, the acting
Where the stacks?
I put crack on spreadsheets
I wish a b**h n***a would try forgetting me
I said I'm JPEGMAFIA all caps no spaces
You coons be catching feelings
My n***as catch cases
I open hand
Slap a closed-minded n***a, face in
Wish a n***a wood like a tree at the base end
Root for the home team
Ran for the bases
n***as wanna be white
Go and get a face-lift
You don't dapwell, we can't chill
Yo, Das Racist
Rapping is my hobby
I am not an artist
I'm a ghost in a black body
Roll deep, white Caddy with a black shotty
Looking for that b**h n***a Hopsin in the lobby
Like damn..
Shout out to the 'burbs
And all my n***as spitting fast to hide they sh**ty words, yo
One thing on my mind I can't figure?
Is why every rapper shady influence is a b**h n***a
f**er
(yeah, any of you b**h a** trust fund kids come f**ing near me y'all n***as dead..
f** outta here)
[Refrain]
Trust fund kids don't come outside
You might get your sh** pushed back tonight (f** n***a)
[Hook 1]
Oh sh**, b**h it's lit!
Got a four-fifth
Aim it your head
Make an emo n***a slit his f**ing wrists
I'm the man
And I got Stans
f** Eminem
I put that on the Quaran
p**y n***a ran
p**y n***a ran
Imma get your momma hit
Make you understand
Post it on the gram
I'm the new Cam
Crackers want beef?
I don't even like Spam
Damn
[Refrain]
Trust fund kids don't come outside
You might get your sh** pushed back tonight (f**er)
Trust fund kids don't come outside
You might get your sh** pushed back tonight (lil' n***a)
[Hook 2]
Heard you like Pantera
b**h, not me
Heard you like Burzum
b**h, not me
Heard you bumpin' Rolling Stones
p**y n***a, please!
You play that sh** around me
Imma put your a** to sleep
You f**in f**ing creep
I'm neo-nazi sheek
Got guns under arms
And I'm aiming at elites
I heard you f**ing metalheads looking for some beats
I wish Varg would
Come to B'more we gon' see
f**er
(f** outta here man
You talk sh** you gonna get your f**ing head cracked open p**y
f** outta here)
[Refrain]
Trust fund kids don't come outside
You might get your sh** pushed back tonight (f** n***a)
[Outro]
"I ain't never heard something..
So..
Yo..
What the f** was that sh** you just played for me, yo..
Nah, for real, what the f** was that sh**, nah..
I ain't wanna hear that sh** again I gotta, yo what..
That sh** went so hard..
Yo..
I don't even know where I'm at right now..
I'm on planet mafia and sh**..
sh** ridiculous in these headphones..
Ri-DICULOUS in these headphones"