Part I
[Intro: JID]
Okay, been a long day, put the smoke in my face
Bend it over baby, stroking away
Give me your legs, your ocean, got my face in the pool
Okay, niggas don't play when it come to the pay
Dumping broad day, maybe someone should pray
You been away too long, nothing change in the hood
So you say, rain, rain, come and go today, novocaine
Numb the pain, roll a J, told her throw away, all the homies say, "Okay" ("Okay")
[Verse: JID]
Yeah, uh, alright, I took a little break to light the joint before the show start
I know you can't relate, but if you can, this feel like your start
Same lil niggas scraping up some change just to ask a stranger, cop the swisher wraps (Ayy, say, Unc...)
Or a pack of papers undеrage teenage niggas living without a wage
Wagе wars through the fourth ward
Flipping through the pages full of rage, how they came and snatch the land, and the acres
Did a rebrand sell it back to the people with some paper
I just came back, stateside, 150 days, University Ave
Lil niggas with water cases at my window
Tryna sell a bottle sayin', "Big bro, fuck with me, I ain't out here selling drawers tryna kick doors"
So it seemed he reaped the benefits, coming tenfold
I go to call the high around the corner for your info ("I need this shit, bruh")
Last time a rover, but this time you in the Benzo
I know you got it, I'm tryna get it and be legit, though
It's hard for a nigga, bro
Part II
[Intro: Aretha Franklin]
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon, too far-
[Chorus: JID]
Push the fuckin pack off on the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Puttin rap on my back and I'm black and snatchin crowns
[Verse 1: JID]
I done came back around like a nigga sellin crack in pounds
I got a bag now but it's nothing to brag 'bout
Gun blast in the background, I'm a black man with the blood hounds
Mac 10 making love sounds to a bad chick, she from uptown
I'm from down south, not a loud mouth, we could fuck around
Hit the music, baby, cut it down
Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably, I feel like imma buss now
I feel like a buss down when I shine bright, blind niggas is up now
In the cut, Big Black Truck, pack sacked up, you can pick it up now
Nigga, fuck it, okay
[Chorus: JID]
Push the fuckin pack off on the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Puttin rap on my back and I'm black and snatchin crowns
[Bridge: Baby Tate]
I put the pussycat in his face 'cause he stay Cheshire Bridge
Then I took it back, now he say that he shaking and he shivering
Like the way it taste and he ain't ate it in a minute
They call me Yung Baby, but I still got hella-
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Me and my money attached emotionally
I get to clutchin if you get too close to me
I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be
Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coaching me
400 racks ain't shit but a show to me
I'm on the road and I bet that yo hoe with me
When I'm in traffic it's always a pole wit me
Pillsbury man, I keep dough with me
Hit from the back, she giving me slurp, and I ain't even pull my pants down
Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down
Draw down, hands in the air, nigga make one move, get gunned down
Giving out smoke so long they don't even wanna talk no more, it just run now
No locked doors, I serve with a chop
Bitch got spent, she was hanging with an opp
We call him Mickey, he talk to the cops
I was Pinedale glass and a sock
Back in the day, I invest in the block
Fast forward, now I'm investing in stocks
I put a drum on a Heckler & Koch
Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots
[Chorus: JID]
Push the fuckin pack off on the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Puttin rap on my back and I'm black and snatchin crowns
[Outro]
[...]
Oh shit, run that motherfucking crown
You bitch, you motherfucking bitch
[Intro: JID]
Okay, been a long day, put the smoke in my face
Bend it over baby, stroking away
Give me your legs, your ocean, got my face in the pool
Okay, niggas don't play when it come to the pay
Dumping broad day, maybe someone should pray
You been away too long, nothing change in the hood
So you say, rain, rain, come and go today, novocaine
Numb the pain, roll a J, told her throw away, all the homies say, "Okay" ("Okay")
[Verse: JID]
Yeah, uh, alright, I took a little break to light the joint before the show start
I know you can't relate, but if you can, this feel like your start
Same lil niggas scraping up some change just to ask a stranger, cop the swisher wraps (Ayy, say, Unc...)
Or a pack of papers undеrage teenage niggas living without a wage
Wagе wars through the fourth ward
Flipping through the pages full of rage, how they came and snatch the land, and the acres
Did a rebrand sell it back to the people with some paper
I just came back, stateside, 150 days, University Ave
Lil niggas with water cases at my window
Tryna sell a bottle sayin', "Big bro, fuck with me, I ain't out here selling drawers tryna kick doors"
So it seemed he reaped the benefits, coming tenfold
I go to call the high around the corner for your info ("I need this shit, bruh")
Last time a rover, but this time you in the Benzo
I know you got it, I'm tryna get it and be legit, though
It's hard for a nigga, bro
Part II
[Intro: Aretha Franklin]
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon, too far-
[Chorus: JID]
Push the fuckin pack off on the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Puttin rap on my back and I'm black and snatchin crowns
[Verse 1: JID]
I done came back around like a nigga sellin crack in pounds
I got a bag now but it's nothing to brag 'bout
Gun blast in the background, I'm a black man with the blood hounds
Mac 10 making love sounds to a bad chick, she from uptown
I'm from down south, not a loud mouth, we could fuck around
Hit the music, baby, cut it down
Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably, I feel like imma buss now
I feel like a buss down when I shine bright, blind niggas is up now
In the cut, Big Black Truck, pack sacked up, you can pick it up now
Nigga, fuck it, okay
[Chorus: JID]
Push the fuckin pack off on the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Puttin rap on my back and I'm black and snatchin crowns
[Bridge: Baby Tate]
I put the pussycat in his face 'cause he stay Cheshire Bridge
Then I took it back, now he say that he shaking and he shivering
Like the way it taste and he ain't ate it in a minute
They call me Yung Baby, but I still got hella-
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Me and my money attached emotionally
I get to clutchin if you get too close to me
I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be
Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coaching me
400 racks ain't shit but a show to me
I'm on the road and I bet that yo hoe with me
When I'm in traffic it's always a pole wit me
Pillsbury man, I keep dough with me
Hit from the back, she giving me slurp, and I ain't even pull my pants down
Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down
Draw down, hands in the air, nigga make one move, get gunned down
Giving out smoke so long they don't even wanna talk no more, it just run now
No locked doors, I serve with a chop
Bitch got spent, she was hanging with an opp
We call him Mickey, he talk to the cops
I was Pinedale glass and a sock
Back in the day, I invest in the block
Fast forward, now I'm investing in stocks
I put a drum on a Heckler & Koch
Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots
[Chorus: JID]
Push the fuckin pack off on the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Puttin rap on my back and I'm black and snatchin crowns
[Outro]
[...]
Oh shit, run that motherfucking crown
You bitch, you motherfucking bitch
( JID )
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