Lyrical Breakdown of HAZARD DUTY PAY! - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how JPEGMAFIA weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "HAZARD DUTY PAY!" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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You think you know me In the morning There's a fear of nightfall When darkness comes and covers all Hey-ey Sometimes we feel pain, ay, hey-ey Sometimes we feel pain, ay, hey-ey Uh, if he fall on that floor, let him go, gone Niggas ain't built for this page in my arc All this Champagne put a stain on my heart Don't pick him up, he ain't built for this part If you wasn't here for them lows, walk Blick on my hip and I'm dressed like a god Labels like burners, just use 'em to toss I take a shot and like Moses they part Man, I can't tell what you mean (huh) Why does your black feel like business to me? Industry lies never line up on screen (facts) Peggy keep scoring, I feel like the Dream Yeah, what you want, ugh Y'all love the fake, I've been real from the start Never hesitate to shoot at a star Stocked up on weapons and pussy and cars Just thought you should know, ugh Look at this lane that I made, it was vacant These veggie grill niggas don't really want beef Real niggas dying and fakers replace 'em Now I see my DNA all in y'all beats Talk, niggas just rap, don't back up what they talk Pray for me, got so much smoke in my heart Rap like I'm gifted and grew up on guard, yeah Shorty want dick (what?), money, and leverage One out of three, feel like three when I'm in it (skrrt) Peggy the G.O.A.T., more like the feds As soon as you see me you know that it's finished And, how can you tell that he's winnin'? (How?) Floated right through the pandemic, no limits Stunted creatively, don't got a vision I die for my pride, you be hiding in gimmicks Glock with a switch, turn a vegan to spinach (brrt) PM-50, we ain't beefin', you dinner Turn a "I'll do it" right into "Who did it?" Some you can't speak, you should just buy a ticket Choke 'em to death with the smoke from this fye Giving these alt niggas hope when I die Call up my mama then hang up the line (bitch) Money got me feelin' white like I'm 'Thai Hawk! When I go out tell 'em Peggy ain't give up, he fought, fuck 'em! Sometimes we feel pain (huh, dirty), ay, hey-ey Sometimes we feel pain-feel pain-hey-ey We can change, just we feel pain, ay, hey-ey Sometimes we feel pain, the day, ay Ooh, sometimes we feel pain, ay, hey-ey