General song by JID from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Jazz, Jazz Rock, Atlanta Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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General Meaning
| [[Intro] Uh, fuckin’ wisdom tooth is killin’ me Fuck, whatever—ahem [Verse 1] Check, anybody can see the kid got it I see niggas ignore it so I feel a way about it From rappin’ in that truck with bolts on and rollin’ blunts Baggin’ a couple bitches and fuckin’ them all at once Friday night lights, I was catchin’ and droppin’ punts Thinkin’ ’bout rappin’, I could be J.I.D or like Chris Johnson My thumbs keep strummin’ kinda like the Mumford & Sons Mommy went dumb when she got that call, I had got caught Kicked out of college for tongues, niggas be talkin’ I wasn’t even on camera, just hit the lick with some amateurs Glad we did that, now I’m flyin’ to Los Angeles With a 8th in my pre-rolls, call that shit a tarantula Tarantino on your big screen, ho Slave man, South East Coast, J.I.D or DiCap Leo Set it off, my big sis reminded me of Cleo And my brothers is killers you might see on Nat Geo You gotta chill ’cause niggas can get they cap peeled I keep that .40 like I’m Pat Tillman They sent my nigga up the hill, yea they jack jill’d ’em And a million other black children, let’s crack the seal, I’m spillin’ , [Chorus] Alright, I feel amazin’, I can feel the haters, do somethin’ I ain’t finna fade ya, I ain’t got a taser, shoot somethin’ Niggas talkin’ crazy, wipe the little baby, too funny Pull up on ya, had a crew comin’, take a deuce on ya, hold up [Interlude] I’m talkin’ about for real I mean man, I did it man, talkin’ ’bout for real, man Your ass goin’ to do it man, free us and shit man We was in deep, we done got-, we done got evictions, man We had went through everything [Verse 2] Look, look, alright Lookin’ for it in the night time, I been lookin’ for it all day I’ma get it at the right time, watch ’em fuck with me the long way Watch a nigga at the bike whip, hit the buyer with the stone face Greenbriar with the whole case, bust it down and flood the whole state Bitches know when that work good, Anna Mae eat the whole cake We ain’t even gotta role play, had to get it out the bowl way Kill shit, OJ, no way, Jose, slo-mo, okay I don’t do this shit at your pace, I ain’t here to do it your way And I’m comin’ through the ceilin’ Through the floor, back and front door way You do not want war, I swear, I swore on your grave I been on my shit since like 6th, 5th, and 4th grade—wait Even before grades, goin’ to my brother court dates And I asked my mom and dad what he did but they’d never tell me Then I figured he killed a nigga or got caught for some dope he sellin’ Kinda close but no cigarillo, he was armored up, that’s a armadillo My pops did time in the military and he taught us how to disarm a nigga See the boys, you better warn a nigga but J.I.D prolly got warrants, nigga Like North Carolina or South Carolina, got the hideout in like Florence, nigga Swear your raps so borin’, nigga Then you say you trap—you be lyin’, nigga I don’t fuck with none of y’all happy trappers Better grab and strap, people dyin’, nigga, Lord Sorry we makin’ all the noise, but you ain’t have to call the boys Some shit you just can’t avoid, dumb shit, coolin’ with the squad , [Outro] I was talkin’ ’bout man, you know how we-we livin’ it now man, I’m talkin’ ’bout everybody, ya dig what I’m sayin’? Ayy man, big shit goin’ on over here, y’know what I’m sayin’? Everybody makin’ they plays, but everybody had to work for sum’, ain’t shit came without nothin’, nigga You kids don’t know what we talkin’ about, where we come from, they gon’ know about–and I’m talkin’ ’bout all the way from Deshon Road, y’know what I’m sayin’? My dad, y’know, growing up in the projects, y’know what I’m sayin’, putting the real shit in us, not keepin’ around no fucks and keepin’ all that bullshit away from a nigga, so we can grow up to be real ones I clocked they don’t make that shit no more] |
