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jpegmafia - new black history (directors cut version) lyrics

[part i]

[chorus: future]
9 millimeter, my brother’s my keeper
was serving that ether before i did features
my mamacita, she know how to greet me
she know how to keep me, she bett’ not get greedy
i hit the lottery
i hit the lottery
i hit the lottery
i hit the—, i hit the—, i hit the—

[verse 1: vince staples]
let’s resume, walk light when the elephant in the room
porsche truck, hold whatever niggas need to boombaye
but the squabble will be over soon
i say what i do and i mean what i wanna do (uh+huh)
these are my gangster chronicles
i’m the god mc, i’m the tried and true
try me and you dream in the icu
time to show and prove, i guess
time to bust a new move, i guess
scrollin’ through the tube at k. west
seen myself on the news, so blessed
dudes don’t get this good ’til they death
rugs from italy, must be kiddin’ me
northside, long beach, aborigines
can’t get rid of me, we black history
[chorus: future & vince staples]
9 millimeter, my brother’s my keeper
was serving that ether before i did features
my mamacita, she know how to greet me
she know how to keep me, she bett’ not get greedy
i hit the lottery (northside)
i hit the lottery
i hit the lottery
i hit the—, i hit the—, i hit the—

[verse 2: jpegmafia]
when i come around, better stare at the floor (bitch)
’cause i’m in that mode, on my own, i got that flavor, jonathan major paper
‘specially when y’all cashing out for pdfs and rapers (no drizzy)
i hope y’all paid attention, no really
i die and i killed myself, tell ’em they killed me (hey)
i’m in a rush to fuck up
y’all wish i used my background as a— (ah)
y’all wish i kept on eatin’ prison lunch ’cause i’m tweetin’ too much
keepin’ it a g is a must
these rappers fell off, they in stasis, make statements
they status is peeing in cups
ain’t nobody freer then us
ganando dinero como cm punk (hey)

[chorus]
this is cult status
you dealin’ with known addicts
america made choppas
you beefin’, we split ya cabbage
standin’ next to the stars
it’s funny ’cause you a asterisks
you break up with ya ho, we gon’ pin that bitch to the mattress
bitch niggas be thinkin’ they jokes be hittin’, they be straining
can’t be seen with you “word” niggas, y’all need training
born into money, got more money, then start complainin’
shoulda kept it online and end up and comment on my page

[verse 1]
ay, catching this new bag, tell me who bad
before we get wavy, let’s start up for something for durags
seen the barbershop in years, where cube at?
and if i gotta push you to the edge, you gettin’ lined up with a new tag
they send shots and that’s a puzzle [?]
go to the internet, best believe me, you get glazed
i seen ya splits, bitch, your talk don’t pay
unless you was good enough to see pac, you ain’t a ye
the [?] i’m on, nothing above it
look at my family tree and saw snoop was my favorite cousin
my rewards, they don’t come from awards, niggas is bored
my percentage over the number like qwerty keyboards
now how the fuck is niggas talkin’ ’bout my fits, ain’t playin’
pray to the almighty sosa and to dj scream
now look it’s critical, i keep it simple like bobby digital
money over bitches ’cause bitches, they come in intervals
[chorus]
this is cult status
you dealin’ with known addicts
america made choppas
you beefin’, we split ya cabbage
standin’ next to the stars
it’s funny ’cause you a asterisks
you break up with ya ho, we gon’ pin that bitch to the mattress
bitch niggas be thinkin’ they jokes be hittin’, they be straining
can’t be seen with you “word” niggas, y’all need training
born into money, got more money, then start complainin’
shoulda kept it online and end up and comment on my page

[verse 2]
since pitchfork fell off, you yuppies been goin’ through it
gossipin’ like some bitches and playin’ catch up in music
rappin’ like backpackers, those stutter bars is confusin’
the crack be hittin’ like whitney, i [?] the pack up in houston
she caught me jerkin’ [?] at that jamaican spot
can’t wait to pop
park a big body up in ya vacant lot
best production
you don’t say me? i tell a hater stop
the way you l [?]

[outro]
we on the road, we on the tour, we outta line wit it
i keep the switch up on the pistol for the crime business
don’t give a fuck about no time difference
potato on the barrel, makin’ me bash wit it
[?] a rockafeller, but i dash with it
pray to the mafia, we tax different, for real

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