Roaches Lyrics – JPEGMAFIA, Danny Brown

Read the full Roaches lyrics by JPEGMAFIA and Danny Brown 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 Manic! and FYA, two other songs by Jpegmafia.

[Verse 1: JPEGMAFIA]
Uh
N!ggas get mad at me when I call out they hating
Cause they hating, no debating
All on my d!ck and you know we ain’t dating (You know it)
B!tch n!gga, let’s face it (Come on)
We came up out the mud, still got dirt on our faces
Now we counting blue faces
Bust it open for me (Bust it open for me)
Bust it open like cases (Hoo)
Fu*k who y’all think is the champ
We treat the belt like it’s vacant

They say “Peggy you should open up” (Why?)
Then they use that info to fillet you
I grew up with no money, no luck
No phones, my n!gga, just cable
Late at night, I’m up watching Uncut (Uncut)
Dirty dishes, no food on the table
Selling cane, make you think you Abel
I’ma give you n!ggas something to pray about when you pray to
God forgives, Peggy can’t do
N!ggas out here getting canceled
Me, Danny plus this beats, check the resume, that’s the holy trinity
God sent me to this earth to help all these crackers find accountability
I done fu*ked so many losers, can’t let no one up in my vicinity
Play these n!ggas like the tuba, hit the grass and serve him that Kennedy

[Chorus: Danny Brown]
Ain’t we lucky we got ’em?
Memories, I can’t live without ’em
Back then we ain’t know we was broke
Dish liquid when we ran outta soap
If you come over, might see a roach
I mean, um, more than one
If I leave the lights off too long and then, um, more to come
Fu*ked up tryna do the best they can but man, we all still happy
Sister in the kitchen crying, getting her hair done with the hot comb ’cause it’s too nappy

Running ’round loud, Ma yelling, “Sit down”
Telling us, “Inside or out, you keep letting all the air out the house”

[Verse 2: Danny Brown]
Uh, I came up out my mama house, we onto better things
Stayed up on this grind and now guess what, yo’ son living his dreams
I ain’t stopping, we just getting started so just stay in tune
If you thought that it was over, sorry, I got bad news
I’m past you
You making cashews
I know cash rules
I’ll outlast you
Because I’m that dude
And you are past due

[Bridge: JPEGMAFIA]
Yeah
Some of you n!ggas is bums and some of you n!ggas won’t make it, woah
Treat every kid like my son, my kids ain’t nothing to play with, oh
And some of you b!tches be screaming out, “Real talk”
They just hating though
Oh yeah, we know
Oh yeah, we know

[Chorus: Danny Brown]
Ain’t we lucky we got ’em?
Memories, I can’t live without ’em
Back then we ain’t know we was broke
Dish liquid when we ran outta soap
If you come over, might see a roach
I mean, um, more than one
If I leave the lights off too long and then, um, more to come
Fu*ked up tryna do the best they can but man, we all still happy
Sister in the kitchen crying, getting her hair done with the hot comb ’cause it’s too nappy
Running ’round loud, Ma yelling, “Sit down”
Telling us, “Inside or out, you keep letting all the air out the house”