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Drake Era
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Jpegmafia
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It's real, it's real Yeah, uh You see me and you see terror (oh yeah) I got stripes like a flag bearer Peggy, Peggy, I'm the new young Mayweather I'm just trying to take hip-hop out the Drake era f*ck a mob, f*ck a squad, f*ck your mans and them You singing ass niggas don't know how to be men I hit your baby mama, gave that bitch a new tan I talk that greasy shit and hit them with a new dance Oh my god (oh), Peggy, Peggy, you're so good f*ck whoever said you up to no good Cause I'm the man in the street The man with the beats And the man holding heat I drop bombs like I drop science (whoo) Drop a body off like a dropped client Drop six, drop top, drop FaceTime I give a f*ck about peace, I spit hate crimes Who the f*ck you know could kill 'em with these cold lines? Young Peglord on the mic, bitch, it's go time I piss white boys off in my spare time Tugging at your heart I'm the black Ben Carson So try me if you really wanna No seriously (yeah) Try me if you really wanna Who the f*ck told you Peggy wasn't getting paid? I square up with a square nigga and catch a fade Swisher sweet (swisher sweet) Ain't nobody can f*ck with me Kill the beat (kill the beat) Backpackers they loving me Oh my god (god) Oh god (oh god), huh, huh Swisher sweet (swisher sweet) Ain't nobody can f*ck with me Kill the beat (kill the beat) Backpackers they loving me Oh my god (god) Oh god (oh god) Uh, f*ck you coon ass niggas that don't like rap But you rap, how f*cking dumb is that? Bitch ass niggas be too committed to the act I know you wanna jock, imma take you off the atlas With your Indie ass And you Metacritic rappers don't get no pass You got these white girls singing These white girls singing But niggas never feel you so you play it like you different I'm a f*cking grave digger, I don't see these boys You step in my sandbox, you gon' see these toys You suburban ass niggas need to stay in your place No snaps, no tweets, this is straight to your face f*ck 'em I bring death to any nigga that try to rattle me You casualties actually factually you ain't as bad as me Niggas say they charged up Imma drain your f*cking battery Split your ass in two and you still will never be half of me, Buster! f*ck your mob, f*ck your squad, f*ck your mans and them You indie niggas just wanna be black men I've been real all my life, you're like MC Ride Two crackers call your album "nigga" and you let that slide, p*ssy Get the f*ck out of my genre, my genre Get the f*ck out of my genre, my genre Rich kids trying to go urban no shaman But this a new era, I took hip-hop hostage, f*cker Life is like a box of chocolate Life is like a box of chocolate girls (mumbling) Life is like a box of chocolate girls I don't want you in my world But these people f*cking other niggas bitches Let the bass hit 'em f*ck it, imma split 'em Kill a nigga for the ribbons Yeah, uh I don't get mad I get rich I don't get sad I get tips I'm not a waitress I'm not a waiter I don't Confer I just Counter, counter, counter, counter attack Bitch I know you, know you, know you, know you wanna react But you can't, but you can't, but you can't, you can't You gon' dance, you gon' dance, you gon' dance, you dance I hear your Hotline Blinging Got a whole generation of p*ssy niggas singing Niggas don't even know what they want no more No
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