Junebug Hendrix The Impeccable Ego

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[Radio Interview Snippet Intro]:

„I don’t give a fuck about that nigga

I’m not in this for the money

I’m certainly not here for the females

I had both before I got here

I have options, I made a way

Ivy League or not, remember when I said that

This is much bigger than you and I, do you understand that

A lot of people think I’m out here bored and bullshitting

Nigga I’m verified, I did that

5 LPs without a label, nigga I did that

A website, all that, I did that

All you hating ass niggas, you thought this was a game

Now what…”

[Verse 1]:
[Junebug Hendrix]:

Please

Do not take this lightly

I’m doin this for more then these tickets right next to Spike Lee

I showed up, cuz I got what real niggas fuck with

Pains of a misguided god, mixed with fucking substance

I know just how they feel, cuz I’ve been out in the field

So to them I am a peer, I’ve always kept it real

Gave bitches a couple feels, as I avoid the reel

But it’s impossible for me, because this real is all I feel

Not claiming that I’m better, just out to show I’m different

Yes I’m from N.Y., but the furthest thing from ignorant

Took my time with these tracks, I swear I’m so diligent

Females aren’t worth the time, ah shit here he goes again

This Bombay got me feeling good

This girl got me feeling right

This Henny got me feeling hood

I only love her if her back is tight

Gin and Tonic, has me so honest

Arthur George, Tom Ford, yes they are all up in my closet

Like damn, who is he, this nigga’s on his grizzy

Next year I’ll be at the Grammy’s, two seats in front of Drizzy

Kendrick I fucking see you, bro I’m coming for your neck

So many re-born artist want to tell the world who is next

Nigga shut the fuck up, sit down and do some research

I’m tired flow-jackers, and everybody screaming it was me first

Nigga if you was real you would’ve been on the scene

Light skin nigga done stole all your dreams

Your bitch, your crib, shit even your ex

I don’t know why you popping bottles, nigga I seen your checks

Had interns at your label, all up in your shit

Got intel, damn I used to think you were a threat

9 to 24, nothing will be the same

Don’t believe me, ask Champagne or The Game

[Verse 2]:
[The Game]:

Black Democrat, Barack Obama

The only nigga that can catch Osama

Spray lamas, get good head, and fuck fly bitches with no governing

Only the kitchen oven and rules to the covenant

Ask the Republicans how crack cocaine get smuggled in

Watch them throw their hands up and say it wasn’t them

As for rap, this is my lyrical asthma attack

It’s all I know

The guns, the cash, the dro

Fidel Castro in my own right

Capone like

Mafioso, Ben Frankie on them low pros

Drop top Bentley, chromed out semis

Two grand, in popular demand like the first Penny’s

My Audemar Piguet wrist, say it’s time to dethrone Jay quick

Tell them other niggas to take six

Coupe a buck fifty

What’s coming out the speakers got

Every video bitch scared to fuck with me

[Verse 3]:
[Junebug Hendrix]:

Yeah

They getting scared, I can see it in their eyes

She says I want you for you, while I’m deep between her thighs

I know that these are lies, that she tells to other guys

So I don’t even waste my time, not giving her fucks

Cuz a real OG would only give her these nuts

Back shots for days, now she’s lost in a daze

Trying to figure out which is up, what the fuck

Now she’s cold and alone, in this big ass world

So she instagrams pic all over celebrity homes

So it’s on to the next one, on to the next one

Don’t be mad at me when I finally forget one

I won’t be mad at you when you finally regret one

Don’t be mad at me when I fucking the next one

I won’t be mad at you while you texting and stressing

Subtweet your ass like, „Man, she’s the best one…

I just can’t wait until I meet the fucking next one…”

[Verse 4]:
[The Game]:

Give them hard dick and tampons

A shot of Patron and Don

The ones trains get ran on

My crew hard

Louie V. sweaters on the boulevard

Pull niggas cars, throw up signs, and bang Nas

Them hood fellas, fuck niggas, let them get jealous

While we fuck their hoes and stare out them window of propellers

Got to be the new school king, if not who is

I get the most pussy and cash, and move you nigs

You bump niggas can’t take my seat

I’m real, talk to Kool G Rap three times a week

Still holla at Nas on the daily

Only thing missing is the crown and a phone call from Jay-Z

[Outro]:
[Junebug Hendrix]:

Speaking of God

Lord, I have never been so focused

No more pitty-pat games with these hoes that hocus-pocus

Went from fire proof doors, to wearing the same suit that HOV is

Damn, niggas really thought that I was joking

[Radio Interview Snippet Outro]

„It might not be my first album

It might not be my second album

But I’m going to be a platinum selling artist

Not a rapper, an artist

From the imagery, to the genius of me

I swear God, we gon’ kill shit, and that’s on everything

Are we done?”

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