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jpegmafia - this that shit kid cudi coulda been lyrics

[intro]
alabama to maryland
new york to j-pan
jpeg stays true

[verse 1: jpegmafia]
yeah
this the life of a rap n-gg-
this the life of real life trap n-gg-
this the life of the jpeg
coins in the cup, shed a tear for a b-ss head
god d-mn, i hate feds
head shot from the outside, no jessie ware
black hair, black beard
said she don’t believe in love, she the black cher
i told her take care, baby, no drakes here
’cause we face fear, we don’t like fakes here
real n-gg- since sp-ce jam, daycare
same place they sold crack, i played there
let the sink ship, n-gg-, this a shark tank
kevin o’leary gon’ have to walk the f-ckin’ plank
they wonder if i’m donkey or a elephant, sh-t
just know that i never fall or never fail

[chorus: jpegmafia]
ya’ll know i keep it funky, motherf-cker
better get it right, get it right
better get it right, get it right
mhm, mhm
mhm, mhm
ya’ll know i keep it funky, motherf-cker
better get it right, get it right
better get it right, get it right
mhm, mhm
mhm, mhm
and i’ll be back in a [?]
f-ckin’ with the 12 there (yo, ho!)
this that sh-t kid cudi coulda been (oh!)
but that n-gg- wasn’t built to win
so i’ma do it for him

[verse 2: dylijens]
ayy, ayy, futuristic brown man ready to get down
spit rhymes, steady aim, enemies sit down
lit now, don’t trip, i ain’t the one
oh d-mn, law man got a badge and a gun
enough about pigs and carsonages
they close to the dope, it’s so intimate
if i try, i can die slow if you into it, but you not (yeah)
spend all of my tips on expensive coffee
my phones been tapped, tell the feds to get off me
now every time i speak, somebody listen to me talkin’
look over my shoulder every time that i’m walkin’, ya
see this hipster
don’t blink to the pity, they off me
don’t think your harm can bother me
look out for the cops like my father taught me
lotta arms expected, went to save the block
i’ma slave to the day, and these clocks, they haunt me
lock me in a room so i can burn the broccoli
record and release ’til i start to feel c-cky
somebody try to stop me
can’t live with delusions of persecution
try to stay grip to the earth that i’m losing
my brains strange trying to maintain my a-game
stay sane but boy you don’t play games to play gains

[chorus: jpegmafia]
y’all know i keep it funky, motherf-cker
better get it right, get it right
better get it right, get it right
mhm, mhm
mhm, mhm
y’all know i keep it funky, motherf-cker
better get it right, get it right
better get it right, get it right
mhm, mhm
mhm, mhm
and i’ll be rocking [?]
f-cking with the 12 there
this that sh-t kid cudi coulda been
but that n-gg- wasn’t built to win
so i’ma do it for him

- jpegmafia lyrics

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