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(album: SCARING THE HOES: DLC PACK - 1974)

[JPEGMAFIA:]
No turning back

When I was just eighteen, the judge put me on a list
Bitch, I ain't Baby Keem, my cousin ain't gave me shit
They don't want no Peggy on the scene, so I pray 'fore I fuck on they bitch
'Cause they know that lying is a sin, but she used it to get by us, woo
One in the head of ya, a hunnid gon' follow, that flew on the case
Told her these bust out the school with the A
Eating these rappers, we ain't saying grace
I'm finna slide in your girl like I'm safe
Doubled up on these niggas like Ma$e, wait
Uh, I'm finna make it start booming, babe
Getting shitfaced, I don't even wan' face it
Think my shit laced 'cause these niggas so basic
[?] in the face, I'm ahead of my time
Kool Keith, that'll save you a lot
Rappers want credit but just get declined (Damn, ayy, ayy)
Uh, transform on these bitches like Optimus
Playing these crackers like Oculus
Peggy and Danny, no stopping us, come and shop at us
MLG, no topping us
The white boy in me keep popping up, shake it
And my bitch is the same when she wasted
Call her boo when I hear that she shaking, yeah
And you hate that

No turning back, yeah

[Danny Brown:]
It's the all back up off the sauce
Stacks it, caution, crawl back with offers
All lack the boss up, toss up the fent
A hit, my mouth wack, that dick up on the track
Be scared, all cap, big pocket when I pick pockets
Ziploc it, let me flip topics
Drop it on the run like [?] father
Fucking niggas heads up like county jail barbers
More highs than Mrs. Parker and lows like blind dates
I rise like crime rates when unemployment is up
You signed with mad taste, ain't no fucking with us
My nigga, just give it up
Catch you like you forgot your lines
Jogging early with the Rollie, that's a race against time
You ain't fucking with mine
No way you're fucking with mine, ayy
It's all there, you ain't gotta count it
I don't want a bad bitch, just need a real rounded
Be from the city, we focused on hope
Fuck this ho with my nose, so we focused on dough
Put an elf to my shelf, forgot where I put it
Don't remember what it said, so I gave up looking
Guess I need to slow down 'round brown weed
Brown fiend, you got a change?
'Fore I end up like Clarence Weatherspoon
Niggas better read the room or get canceled like selling chitlin spoons

I have decided to follow Jesus
Lord, take me

I'm a legend, with the essence
Of a reverend that was pimping in the '70s, ha-ha-ha-ha
Now we save them bitches, that's what I call longevity
I'm hotter than corduroys in St. Croix
Remember days for dinner all we had was egg rolls, ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
But ended up with greens in bed rolls
Eye rolls and head shake could break any second
Gotta give niggas, oh, whatever, man
I'm extra cautious, whatever you call it
Paranoid, I guess, but I feel like a target
Pardon me if I come off aggressive, extra defensive
Offended by your presence
So let me get a second, you'll always be second
I'ma give you a lesson, this is chess, not checkers
Came too far to get near-sighted, lights blinded
No guidance, gone off track
Running lights, railroad, blindsided
Try to keep my guard up knowing I can't fight it
Went left on the wrong path, somewhere got misguided
Saying I'm done, back again, living free, trapped again
When it's all said and done, we'll see what's happening
Too old for mistakes and too young for a accident
Feeling like I'm captive, wanna get away
Depressed when it's sunny so I pray for rainy days
Every time I think I found it, I went astray
They wanna give you what you need
But never let you get your way
Living too fast, everything going slow
Seeds planted, I'm just waiting on the grow
Keep it to myself, everything ain't for show
Used to think I knew it all, but now I don't know, a-ha-ha