the money is are calling me calling me calling me
the girls are calling me calling me calling me
the guns are calling me calling me calling me
and i will answer
the life is calling me calling me calling me
the music is calling me calling me calling me
the rap game's calling me calling me calling me
and i will answer, i will answer
......aye it's that young stroke in the zone though
broke them boys off never took a loss hoes get played like squidward's oboe
gettin' blowed like a clarinet pluckin' heart strings like a cello
i done came thru, laced up running shoes, if you hatin' on me oh hell no
click stick together like velcro, guns clickin like a mouse
i done threw twanks on the candy paint bank slab lookin like a candy paint house
talk shit get out, i done came thru in the blue barracuda
like move bitch get out the way like luda swimming in money like scuba
and you know i stay true to the rap game when i swang lane to lane
had no choice but to roll rolls royce up and down nawf main maybe candy paint range
that's the damn whip, big battleship, on the microphone givin haters swollen lip
bish im on one when i pull out the guns i was obligated to empty out the clip
that's the nine, yes i smoke a pine, i done came dine i was bumpin genuine
had to get my ass outta tj max they were sold out of hilfiger and calvin klein
might buss a nine, maybe damn glock, turn up the knock in the onyx droptop
that means all black, make the strap clap, the rap game is calling so imma call back
rap game is calling, i'm going all in, rap game's a clubhouse i wont let y'all in
epic verses like bone thugs, chorus like phil collins
it's that young stroke and i'm ballin', always winnin never stallin
same book different chapter, bish i'm not a rapper but i did stay at holiday inn
bish i shine bright in the limelight, girls on my left and on my right
bish i swipe left while you swipe right, tell them damn girls to get outta my sight
don't touch my paper, microphone vapor, cause i blow smoke like a smokestack
hundreds thousand dollars can't hold that, hundred thousand dollars i'll blow that
cruisin in the whip that's the throwback, show you how i do it, microphone tutor
twankies on buick, ain't nothing to it, it's that young stroke i got a gucci computer
...prada keyboard, beat a hater like 1-2-3-4
you can catch me on the seashore, making haters sad like eeyore
they don't wanna see me score, too bad so sad if you hate here's some tissues
microphone issues, lace up my tennis shoes, haters hate that's a miscue
rap game is calling, it won't shut up so i nut up buckle up and bring the funk
i done came down on the southside of town to put cash in the bank like a vince carter dunk
credits
from On Dat Slurr,
released January 1, 2020
Featuring Yugen
JPEGMAFIA follows November's EP! with this aptly titled release that explores distrust, anguish, and mental health. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 12, 2021
