JPEGMAFIA has released a new single titled “don’t rely on other men” featuring Freaky. The song is a heavy, experimental jam with doom metal guitars and disorienting soundscapes.
The lyrics are known for their bold and provocative statements, with JPEGMAFIA addressing themes of self-reliance and independence.
The song is part of his upcoming album and has garnered significant attention on SoundCloud and other platforms.
Don’t Rely On Other Men JPEGMAFIA Lyrics
I’ve named this one JPEG
I hear you went down, down, down, down, down
I hear you went down
I hear you went down, down, down, down, down, down, down
Did you go down?
I had to get on my Pac shit
I don’t wanna start shit
These rappers is regular food
I bought my b*tch some compartments
She thicker than Cartman
She can’t f*ck no regular dude
Uh, say that
Uh, say that
Wanna cry on the bus or the Maybach?
If you hate me, my ni*ga, just say that
I don’t know who told these wiggas
That actin’ like drillers was ever the vibe or the mood
You know that I know that ain’t really you
‘Cause the blacker the image, the whiter the roots
Uh, say that
Uh, say that
Wanna cry on the bus or the Maybach?
If you hate me, my ni*ga, just say that
They hate when you got an agenda
They can’t bend you over, can’t tell if you sober
I’m with my bi b*tch, we being bipolar
Together we burn through that bread like a toaster
Uh, say that
Yeah, say that
Wanna cry on the bus or the Maybach?
If you hate me, my ni*ga, just say that
Just to be clear I’m the cornerback
We push through on that pass, make you fumble that
I am off the LT, set it up with smack
Back to back on these bars like some battle rap
You ain’t slinging the rock like Candlemass
Need to stay in the crib with your gamer pass
Wanna cry on the bus or the Maybach
If you hate me, my ni*ga, just say that
This how I run when I give it up
Got no juice, listen up
I pray to Allah, Exo
I let that K-pop, put that on my soul
I pray to Allah, Exo
I let that K-pop, put that on my soul
I pray to Allah, Exo
I let that K-pop, put that on my soul
I pray to Allah, Exo
If the cops come around, “No sé qué pasó”
Cut your head off like I’m Sinaloa
The shoes fits on you, then you Cinderella
First one act a ass, we gon’ pin the tail
I’m f*cking that h*e, b*tch she Donatello
Be for real
I pray to Allah, Exo
I let that K-pop, put that on my soul
I pray to Allah, Exo
I let that K-pop, put that on my soul
I hear you went down, down, down, down
Down, down, down
Did you go down?
Oh yeah, I did
