You think you know me Uh So right, so right, all right Uh Not gonna lie, woke up and I'm feelin' like Roman, y'all better acknowledge it Not gon' lie, flow so old, but a nigga so cold that he fucked on and polished it Not gonna lie, when I turn on these sessions I feel like I stepped in my bag Not gon' lie, when I turn on yo' album, I feel like I stepped in some trash Doodie, ass Label better recoup that fast If I put out that shit, I'd be done Swear these niggas is some bums Me gal back it up, the ting wide like a bun Likkle boy, mi commit murda for fun Don't make me say it, you know what I want We ain't never need no reason She not my bitch, she discipled Get drunk, and start tweetin', then cop a new rifle attached Kel-Tec, 5.7, P-50 with the big rounds gonna feel like Jim in The Mask Somebody stop me Never mind, just watch me Shake it, shake it, shake it, go You get me? Laughing at niggas throwing shade at PEG, 'cause they know that they going out sad These whore ass niggas try case me Keep it zipped, only paying in cash Runnin' circles 'round these niggas with no budget, dog Killing niggas with no pen at the pad Been going Super Saiyan God since I cut it off Every bounce mixed down, it's a bag So many niggas copy me, I got no kids at all But this year startin' to feel like a dad Not gonna lie, woke up and I'm feelin' like Romie, y'all better acknowledge it Not gon' lie, flow so old, but a nigga so cold that I fucked 'round and polished it Not gonna lie, when I turn on these sessions I feel like I stepped in my bag Not gon' lie, I can't turn on yo' albums, I know I’ll be bumpin' some trash Fuck y'all Those are some strong words from JPEGMAFIA