Head Lyrics – JPEGMAFIA

Read the full Head lyrics by JPEGMAFIA from the album EXPERIMENTAL RAP along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Jpegmafia’s music, you can also explore Degenerate’s Prayer and The Ghost of Emmett Till, two other songs by Jpegmafia.

[Verse 1]
Digging my way out the hole with these figures
You pressing me, pressing your buttons, I’m triggered
I’m up with the scope, leaving change for the tippers
I can’t go to Heaven, they do not have strippers, I hate what I see
B!tch-ass n!ggas who ain’t never did s*it ain’t relating to me, n!ggas jealous of me
D!ck in ya wife and she selling it, why is you spilling on me? It’s irrelevancy
You wifing that ho, but I been in that b!tch like a residency, you ain’t fu*king with me
Treat her like cattle, I’m riding that horse like that b!tch was the beat, baby, settle with me
Cease and desist, I get low with the iron, this metal you seek is the weapons I keep
It’s staring me back in the face like a mirror, Medusa, I see
It’s no effort, the pressure, I’m crashing the truck and I’m booking the stretchers, I’m pushing my peace

Remember this day, it’s your last, these b!tches, they tryna say, “Hey,” but in past
You ain’t streaming like Devon, I’ll just let you rant, it’s sounding like envy but nobody dancing, bud
Arm and a leg for a beat, yo’ n!ggas in jail, but we not in the streets
You n!ggas depending on whitey for heat, we don’t wanna hear if he not on them beats, for real

[Interlude]

[Verse 2]
I can’t believe your b!tches keeping secrets, I cut off ya hand if you keep it from me
I can’t believe it, your b!tch on a stage, gotta show the way I’ma do her for free
Back in this b!tch, aim with the grip, shame on a b!tch, you don’t really wanna angle with me
Clap with the 5th, cracking his b!tch, you don’t really know the half of this s*it
You ain’t really ’bout nothing, boy, you ain’t bring your vest
Put the icing to his donut and fill yo’ sweet ass with lead
I’m not even tryna fu*k, I can’t get hard, I want head
Suck me soft or take the condom off and jump in the bed
Got Sin Meido on my stomach, it’s the family crest
Course these n!ggas steady bumming, they still lying for cred’
When s*it be happening to these n!ggas, they get online, start begging
Like how you rapping and ain’t got figures, who would’ve figured you a peasant?
It’s T.D. Jakes, I preach the paper, I just dress like a reverend
I’m on yo’ head like I’m Excedrin, we don’t know who you be repping, aha