| Song: | either on or off the drugs |
| Singer: | JPEGMAFIA |
| Music: | JPEGMAFIA |
| Lyrics: | JPEGMAFIA, Future, Mike WiLL Made-It, Marz, Alex Goldblatt |
| Album: | I LAY DOWN MY LIFE FOR YOU (2024) |
either on or off the drugs Lyrics
(I’ve named this one JPEG)
Look, I ain’t really into flashin’, I feel like an accident, I’m never chose
They be duckin’ points for passion, I feel like it’s corny if you ain’t on code
n!ggas be on my d!ck for nothing, I be like, “What happened to these n!ggas, bro?”
Like n!ggas be really goin’ through it, but there’s a better way to let the people know
People say I’m never present, I ain’t messy, I’m just focused on my goals
‘Cause either on or off the drugs, my energy is Tony powderin’ his nose
And either on or off the drugs, my energy is Don Magic with the hoes
‘Cause I been boxin’ with the drugs, I got a good chin like James Toney
n!ggas be puttin’ your boy in a box, they be actin’ like cops, I can never be phony
She be actin’ like a thot, I hope it’s all an act ’cause she deserves a Tony
I’m either on or off the drugs, K hole or buzz, I cannot atone
‘Cause either on or off the drugs, her voice plays in my ear like I’m on hold
The first one was good with the beats
The second one put me up in the deep
The third one was sick, no disease
The fourth, I had to rush it to complete
I don’t have no base, it’s not a secret
Ain’t no happy house, we takin’ beatings
The streets and my mind is filled with demons
That’s why I be eatin’ these b!tches like Sara and Tegan
‘Cause distractions hittin’ every season
These n!ggas just rhyme, no reason
It’s not just a façade that I can see
Or standin’ up for guys that don’t believe
I’m Michael Jackson dancin’ in the mirror
The only one who can’t see me is me
The only one who can beat is me
Warriors, I’m CP3
When I see you, it’s TTG
f**k ’em, we don’t take EBT
No C-notes, hundred K Tweets
God, I pray my son won’t be this weak
God, I pray my daughter won’t be this weak, f**k
Some of you n!ggas be talkin’ right out of the side of your neck and I can’t believe that they be gassin’ these lil’ hoes
Some of you n!ggas be sittin’ around all day, hatin’ on n!ggas they never met, I just feel sad for you, lil’ bro
Baby, you know when I’m wildin’ out, I make a mess
I keep the cannon like Nick, I put my b!tch in a vest
What did that last one contribute but pu$$y and stress? Nothin’
