Williamsburg - JPEGMAFIA

Selling art to these yuppies

Getting mixed offers

Hold up…

Selling art to these yuppies

Getting mixed offers

I’m In New York like I’m Peter Parker

Wrote a 16 then I tossed it

If I wanted bullshit

I’d just read Gawker (Facts nigga)

Young rick murder

I just shoot walkers

I’m a slave to this rap shit I can’t quit (No)

Fresh cig with the grip

A yuppie pop shit

Call the gun Britney jean

When the spears come out

I hit you and JT

You yuppies ain’t real

Let you live for a fee

We taking Brooklyn back

You can leave the coffee

And you coons dying to

Word to Charles Barkley (Word)

My head dreaded up like my name mar…

Naw we don’t do that

Simple rhyming ass niggas

Get they wig pushed back

Get your mic snatched

Nicotine patched

Call my white boys up

Get your life hacked

Heard your Stock dropped

Nigga this the blow back

Put the Hawkeyes on him

Heard he like M*A*S*H

You gon' rust in peace

Heard you like thrash

Put a price on your head

That’s a light bag

45 on me like mike back

Whoa

Hey!

Alright!

Baby I’m just heating up

I just wonder is it for you

Feelings stuck

You know how to heat me up

Ice it up

Ice it like a hockey puck

Baby I’m just heating up…

You know how to heat me up…

Deep off in the main…

Hidden hills

I walk in the booth like I own it

I know that I belong there

These days ain’t the same

All ain’t built like that

These fuck niggas ain’t

Like that

Y’all niggas ya’ll built like rats ahhh