The Ghost of Emmett Till Lyrics – JPEGMAFIA

Read the full The Ghost of Emmett Till 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 Since I Met Ye and ¥ (Yen), two other songs by Jpegmafia.

[Verse 1]
Triggers busting, you n!ggas ducking, I need to repent (How’d you feel?)
Hold the heat like I harbor hate for the high-income tenants
Serving Venus and get Serena to pitch up the tennis (Feel alright?)
N!ggas don’t be balling, ya numbers looking like Anthony Bennett (Y’all feel like that?)
Fu*k Caroline Bryant, my n!ggas dying, it’s R.I.P. Emmett
She did the crime but ain’t do the time, she in Hell with no helmet
I’m in her mouth, got her biting down on the crown like a dentist
You in the field but you playing ’round, you ain’t ready to scrimmagе
I feel like Popeye еxposing you n!ggas’ b!tches to spinach
I heard that b!tch got that Nancy Reagan, the head is the illest
I’m breaking bread with the killers, fighting my demons on Triller (Y’all feel like that?)

When I hit your b!tch from the back, she going from sprinter to quitter
She on her knees for the Lord, but she bending over for sinners
I’m in her lips like some filler, you in the basement like Tigger
Yo’ b!tch wanna fu*k with a winner, I’m finna fu*k ’round and let her

[Chorus]
Who in the fu*k is telling you n!ggas to bet?
You n!ggas wet behind the ears, you should invest in a vest
I’m so obsessed with success, I be making my reps
I never made it to the league and I still play with the best
I left a famous b!tch on read and she still sending me texts (Y’all feel like that?)
I’m switching rights, rights and left, now you under arrest
They put a knife to your vest, now you under duress

[Verse 2]
You don’t wanna catch me stranded on a roadside
JBL, you going to Hell and catch a clothesline
Baby wanna run it up, campaigning on a whole lie
I’ma rent the whole park, b!tches want no lines
Running off the hinges, I’m steady slipping with other b!tches
It’s 75 a ticket, it’s double digits, we gotta flip it
I can never stick ’em, I gotta pick ’em, I want a ribbon
All these sticks up in my linen, they out the closet like Don Lemon
N!gga

[Chorus]
Who in the fu*k is telling you n!ggas to bet?
You n!ggas wet behind the ears, you need to parlay with success
I’m so obsessed with success, I be making my reps (Y’all feel alright?)
I never made it to the league and I still play with the best
I left a famous b!tch on read and she still sending me texts (Y’all feel like that?)
I’m switching rights, rights and left, now you under arrest
They put a knife to your vest, now you under duress, uh

[Outro]
Y’all feel like that?