The 1st Amendment Lyrics – JPEGMAFIA

Read the full The 1st Amendment 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 Chat and 内景 (Inside), two other songs by Jpegmafia.

[Intro]
Give me that work
N!ggas talk out the side of they neck like Charlie Kirk
What’s the worth? Baby girl left with a smirk, neck bussing like Charlie Kirk
On the run, now, what’s the purse? Better aim for the neck like Charlie Kirk
B!tch hit the Earth, she alright in the end, lean left like Charlie Kirk

[Verse 1]
Reach when I teach, that b!tch leak when she sleep
If the Kimber’s a freak, the bolt action’s a eater (Hold on, hold on)
The chopper got all they necks turning like Tina
I’m carving a trail while y’all follow the leader

These n!ggas take one to the neck like they Reese
But one living to tell it, the others deceased
Man, these rappers, they b!tches be boppers and freaks
The b!tch neck is the best, she go Charlie, for real

[Chorus]
Ayy, one in the chamber, we carry the steel
Don’t pull, you ain’t ready to kill (Ayy)
Slanging the hammer, your s*it getting spilled
They picking Charlie off the field (Ayy)
All of this white on white on violence too real
I guess now you know how it feels
I guess now you know how it feels
I guess now you know how it feels

[Verse 2]
Ayy, boom-boom-boom-boom
7.62 leave a hole in one, Tyler, Phil Mickelson
Chef with the rifle, the shooter is Michelin
Choppers too young for the K in them
Jam in the clips, leave the blick with the fish
When we empty the stick, leave the stick in a ditch (Hold up)
Now your shorty be acting like she don’t wanna fu*k (I ain’t with it)
Baby be wanting me back in her ribs, yeah
Fold under pressure and lean

I got her spilling, going Charlie in her s*it
She switching parties, she ready to split
That b!tch a right-winger, that b!tch a lib (Come on)
Fu*k a debate, they got ice in the crib (Oh yeah)
Sent my baby to school with a shiv and a bib (I ain’t with it)
Sending troops in the streets, they bring war where you is
When your IP everywhere, how you gon’ live?
I seen a n!gga get hit in his chest
He ain’t know he was hit, he was holding his neck (One, two, three, go)