Steppa Pig JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown

[Intro: Danny Brown]
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[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
Uncut with the topside (Style)
My brain fried, don't do drugs
Had two plugs, one just died (Style)
I'm up late, no talk show
Fiends pop up, 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 stove had the recipe (The recipe)
Now I do this for my legacy (My legacy)
Cop four from my dog, gave me an extra three
You ain't never seen no pain, 'til you lost everything
Make you wanna crash out and say fuck evеrything (Uh-uh)
But stuck to it like fly traps, no pockets swole, no icе packs
Now 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 bout me, nigga, who is your man's?
Brown, gotta one extra like the BBC
White girls all on me, for that—
Love, my nigga, roll it up
They career like Whitney in the bathtub
Sad as fuck
I be on my lonely, worry 'bout no gossip
Niggas pocket watchin', all up in my wallet
Just keep it on the hush, hush
You ain't tough, ain't like us
So be yourself before you need help