Exmilitary Lyrics – JPEGMAFIA

Uh, Uh, Ta-Da
I Heard You Got Dirt On Me, My Country Encouraged Me
(I Just Bought A Thirty Piece, I Just Bought A Thirty Piece)
My Famo Discourage Me, My Exes Threw Dirt On Me
(Pistol Wrapped In Dirty Sheets, Pistol Wrapped In Dirty Sheets)
I Might Scratch Some Numbers Off, But I Don’t Play No Lottery
I Mighta Broke Yo’ Homegirl Off, But You Ain’t Gotta Unfollow Me (Facts)
I Got Ex-friends, Know My Number And Still Turn On Me
I’m Her Ex-man, But She Pretend She Never Heard Of Me
Ho, Watch What You Say, Lie On My Name, That There Is Perjury
Feels Like I’m Fuckin’ A Ho In The A—
You Living Up There With Uncertainty (For Real)
I Promise, Before You Go, I Won’t Address You Personally
But When Them Boys Get To It, They Gon’ Do It To You Purposely
Ebrahim Raisi In The Heli’, Feelin’ Foggy
Money, Money, Money, It Made Me Feel Like I’m Targeted
Blowing Up Like I’m Idf, Netty Warrants Ain’t Stoppin’ Shit
Is You Harvey, Jeffrey, R. Kelly, Or Is You Opposite?
Say That Shit, Say That Shit
Say That Shit, Say That Shit

Pass The Rock, I’m Open Again
Past The Point Of Postin’ My Friends
Tell Me What You Gonna Do With That Wock
I Hit The Lab, Got To Cookin’ Again
Why Go To Heaven? I’m Dripping In Sin
Why Fuck On Her? I Can Fuck On Her Friend
Most Of You Niggas Can’t Fuck With My Pen
Pocket Rocket On Me, Invader Zim
You Niggas Really Be Scaring The Ho*s
I Scare The Bros That Ain’t Got No Black Friends
They Say Sobriety Gives You A Lens,
But All I See Is Niggas Playing Pretend
You Niggas B!tches And Need An Assist
I Run The Game And I Love When You Brick
I’m Luka, B!tch, I’m Not Gonna Miss
Your Ho, On Tongue, Like The Nigga From Kiss
Free My Bm, She Ain’t Do Shit
Packin’ You Up, Send You Back To Your Ends
Dead In The Water, You Swimming With Sharks
Dm Your B!tch, Play That Ho Like A Harp (Fuck Her)
Took That B!tch Shoppin’, Go Check Out My Cart (Gimme That)
Switch Up The Energy, Cover The Scars
I Pledge Allegiance, My Hand Over Heart
I Pledge Allegiance, My— Uh

Easin’ Up, Waking Up
Easin’ Up, Waking—
Easin’ Up, Waking Up
Easin’ Up, Waking—

I Pledge Allegiance To My Niggas, My Ho*s, My B!tches And Me
Every Morning, I Get Down On My Knees For A God That I Can’t See
Every Tweet, It Come With A Cost, Every Enemy,
Painted As Soft (Dicen Que Se Fue A Buscar En El Ombligo De La Luna)
If You Break Up, Delete It And Crop, Fuck My Ex And Fuck Every Cop, Uh
Nepo-baby Shit, These B!tch Niggas Always Got They Hand Out
B!tch-A*s Nigga Be Down For The Slide
In The Crowd When They See A Man Down, Huh!
B!tch, I Not Just Throwing Paint At The Wall,
I Don’t Do Nothing But Ball
I Can’t Be Racist, I’m Chasing The Payment
And Spendin’ White Faces On Weapons Of War, Huh!
This An Official Decision, I Don’t Give A Fuck
I’m On The Cusp
I’m On A Mission, Dressed Like A Mortician
I’m Spittin’ Harder Than Them Rapist You Bump
Cap On His Calender, Niggas Need Silencers
(Dicen Que Se Fue A Buscar En El Ombligo De La Luna)
Stop With The Vinyl, We Don’t Wanna Hear Dust
Humbles And Challenges, Hard To Keep Balance
I’m Set On The Version, I’m Feeding My Cubs
Some Of You Niggas Grew Up In Castles,
Actin’ Like Life Is A Hassle
I Take A Nigga Talkin’ Shit Down To The Back Road,
Peggy Live Life In The Backrooms, Huh! Huh, Huh!
I Ain’t Born Rich, No Pot To Piss
I Make One Flick, That’s Over, That’s It
The Lies Don’t Stick, Narratives Ain’t Fittin’
Now They Gotta Pivot, The Goalpost Shifts
Run It Up, Run It Up, Run It, My B!tch Is Crazy
Countin’ Up, Countin’ Up All This Bread And— (Whoo)

Fuck Who Y’all Think Is The Champ,
I Treat The Belt Like It’s Vacant
Easin’ Up, Waking Up
Easin’ Up, Waking—
Easin’ Up, Waking Up
Easin’ Up, Waking—
Easin’ Up, Waking Up
Easin’ Up, Waking—
Easin’ Up, Waking Up
Easin’ Up, Waking—
Easin’ Up, Waking Up
Easin’ Up, Waking—