JPEGMAFIA and Danny Brown - Steppa Pig

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My brain fried, don't do drugs
Had two plugs 'cause one just died (style)
I'm up late, no talk show
Fiends pop, who got blow? (Everything about JPEGs, I like)
Socks with a hole, had a bankroll
Shop never close even when it's slow
Ain't no way, y'all niggas never did shit for me (shit for me)
Came up off that stock, had the recipe (the recipe)
Now I do this for my legacy (my legacy)
Cop four for my dawg, gave me an extra three
You ain't never seen no pain 'til you lost everything
Make you wanna crash out and say fuck everything (uh-uh)
But I stuck to it like fly traps, no pockets swole, no ice packs
I ask your bitch, "Do you like that?" (Do you like that?)
My young niggas step for me, like Cole, Tommy, and Pam (get to steppin')
You don't know shit about me, nigga, who is yo' man?
Brown, got a one extra like the BBC
White girls all on me for the-
Love (love), my nigga roll it up
They career like Whitney in the bathtub, sad as fuck (style)
I be on my lonely, worry 'bout no gossip
Niggas pocket watchin', all look in my wallet
Just keep it on the hush, hush
You ain't tough, ain't like us
Just be yourself 'fore you need help

Uh, back in this bitch with the dope, she backin' it up for a gram
Baby, I cannot do nothin' with hope, I'ma try molly and Xans
They tried to get me to ghost, boy, you ain't Kai, one twitch and you banned
Ninety degrees a coat, ho, and I ain't showin' my hands
Uh, I make it harder to breath
My Kimber like my emotions, I keep 'em both up my sleeve
I need more time to myself, I don't need advice, I just need to be
Back in this bitch, what's the issue?
You bitches ain't barkin' when you off the leash, fuck 'em

Uh, they don't got nothin' for me
It's like I been workin' for crumbs, now I'm feelin' free as my speech (big steppin')
Colin Kaep', I'm a free agent, cap the salary, free up my team
Y'all rap like replacements, they can't find a replacement for me
When I stalk your page and I see you livin' life respectfully
And I tell myself, "You ain't know her worth," and I draft apologies, fuck

Uh, check it out, man, look (big steppin')

Uh, these niggas act like I owe them
These niggas be dickridin' for grown-ass men that don't even know them
They don't even come outside, don't even see mans late night like Conan
They off of that two 2chan high, incels just can't let it go like Frozen
Bet if I let off these shots, no games, you finna just dance like Gotenks
White people love makin' excuses and bitchin', I guess it's what culture is for them
You know that this shit don't stop
Black men that hate me usually tokens, broke as hell
And just mad people love me for me
While they put on a front and still nobody knows them
Don't like when I talk like this (nah)
'Cause they know that this shit is for them
These crackers love talkin' 'bout me and actin' like it's my job to ignore them
Bitch, please (please)
Still rich, still pretty, still tourin'
Still lit, still gritty, I'm borin'
I don't fuck with you niggas like Hogan
Trigger finger just be glitchin', it's programmed
I ain't takin' disrespect from no man
Niggas rap 'bout guns, don't own 'em
Y'all sippin' liquor, you can't even hold-
I'm takin' shots every day like DeRozan (yee, yee, molly water)

Written by:
Barrington DeVaughn Hendricks, Daniel Dewan Sewell

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Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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