Burning Hammer Lyrics – JPEGMAFIA

Read the full Burning Hammer 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 $ (Money) and Pop this Heat, two other songs by Jpegmafia.

[Intro]
Sticks up
Uh

[Pre-Chorus]
All my b!tches bad, I ain’t never missed
Drop that money, pick it off the floor, what you pocketing?
I’ma chase paper because that cash, I can lay with it
You chasing b!tches more than a bag, you will never get it

[Chorus]
Drop that burning hammer, this a finish, you ain’t never kicking

Check the body camera, in a copper’s face, I’m probably spitting

[Post-Chorus]
N!ggas want Khalid Muhammad, I’m the closest to him rhyming
Yeah, they still obsessed with us ’cause n!ggas stealing s*it is timeless

[Verse 1]
Little money, no motion, you know you getting cut
B!tches tryna keep me down, they never see mе when I’m up
I’m dressed likе Rhythm Nation, no patience for who you holding up
You people treating them like messiahs, they not holy to us

[Chorus]
Drop that burning hammer, this a finish, you ain’t never kicking
Check the body camera, in a copper’s face, I’m probably spitting

[Verse 2]
Beam right in his face, he said a prayer
N!ggas gossiping, choppers gon’ clear the air
Quit window shopping, boy, you need profit for copping
Yo’ b!tch a bopper and you not gonna make it with her beside

[Pre-Chorus]
All my b!tches bad, I ain’t never missed
Drop that money, pick it off the floor, what you pocketing?

I’ma chase paper because that cash, I can lay with it
You chasing b!tches more than a bag, you will never get it

[Chorus]
Drop that burning hammer, this a finish, you ain’t never kicking
Check the body camera, in a copper’s face, I’m probably spitting

[Post-Chorus]
N!ggas want Khalid Muhammad, I’m the closest to him rhyming
Yeah, they still obsessed with us ’cause n!ggas stealing s*it is timeless

[Verse 3]
These times we living in, keep the strap on us
The F&N I’m packing gon’ back me up, in myself I trust
There was a time I thought the love go hand-in-hand with lust
And every time I’m down, I got another b!tch to cheer me up
It’s obvious I’m not with the faking, n!ggas ain’t really caking
I commit to hating specific agents, I never chase it
Dressing like I’m taken, dual-wielding like Tomb Raider
Hoping in the end, let’s see who stays and who really ain’t there

[Chorus]
Drop that burning hammer, this a finish, you ain’t never kicking
Check the body camera, in a copper’s face, I’m probably spitting
Drop that burning hammer, this a finish, you ain’t never kicking
Check the body camera, in a copper’s face, I’m probably spitting

[Verse 4]
N!ggas be missing out on money ’cause they chasing b!tches (Damn)
N!ggas be chasing b!tches out they league and spending chicken (Okay)
How can I say this? I’m the bravest in my circle, it’s no rehearsal
It’s black and on purpose, I know you can’t relate
Everything that I feel, it’s channeled through my skin, I know you hate
Everything that I say is from that point of view, there’s no debate
Most these n!ggas, they waking up and they be doing the same s*it every day
Pour the soda in the pot and make it do the Macarena