Look,look, J.I.D back in the city with itJ.I.D done been all across the globeThey say J.I.D a scribbler,he silly witty when he spit itAnd I hope he don't sell his soulHe should be good,man, he signed the codeHe from the hood,nigga, down the road He with J.I.D,he right by the stoveThen they saw the patrol,it was time to rollSaw the patrol, it was time to rideMotor running on Memorial DriveGot a country cousin cruising with a black man in SavannahAt the Florida Georgia lineGot a couple family members in AtlantaNot Atlanta, we let Omaretta decideThere you go, let that beretta flyCause you niggas buggin', spray pesticidesIt's me and the bros,it's no extra guysWhen they moving weight,it's no exercise We could pick a date to come stretch you outOnly showing muscle when it's flexing timeYou could see the hustle,you could recognize Overcame struggle when the devil triedLet me bear it all when I'm telling GodYou know I'm a rant when I talk to JocNiggas say that I can't,damn law Ain't dappin' no hands,Santa taught it, don't slot on your manLandslide, there's a nine in my pantsHandcuff, you gon' try to recant,you can't now I could step on the ant,ant pop, I'ma shoot her to the ground Dance now,dance, danceAin't what I had's some gift,to live in a land you saidRiding with bags and bricks,got my little nasty chickThat's what I asked of him,told me he'd grant my wishShe dance with the devil,and you never dance again Dance now,dance,dance,dance,dance now,dance,dance,dance,dance now,dance,dance,dance,dance now,dance,dance, dance now, dance, dance,dance, danceI'm not a two-stepping man,I said I do not danceIt's a gun inside my pants,and the whole world's in his handsIt depends, penny for your sins,shooting out the block can't stop revengeRevenge, nappy dreadlocks like a RostamanWhere the story ends in a pop-upMama said the Messiah's in Markham's sinsTryna save the kids and I'm a poppin' sinShow a way to live with other optionsOpulence, decadence, black excellence Philosophy,I can cop the newest beamerBentley, Opelence, see how cause I can payFor this lil' nigga scholarshipAin't caught up in rap nigga politicsPlay with me and you playin' yourselfPlayin' with death, sayin' my prayer Kathy and Carl got a kale to shelfI'm in DeKalb County,you'll be carrying catering chefCookin' up another plate of the bestMe and Crystal, body poppin' like it's CriscoI'm a fried chicken,I'm lickin' her thighsThen I put my face in her breast,I Took a drive, I plug on the west sideOf Atlanta, he know no finesse,guys With a hammer on Camelton,head shots on the cameraKnock out the dreadlock,that's a felony chargeHe called the F,niggas clundered the N,get X'd out But I only be here cause I'm tryna helpOnly one you can help is yourself nowNigga said that I can't,damn lie, ain't dappin' no handsSat up tight, I'm gon' slide on your manLand slop, there's a nine in my pantsHandcuff, you gon' try to recantYou can't now, I can step on the NBad pow, I'ma shoot her to the ground Dance now,dance, dance, dance, dance I would've had some gifTo live in a land you saidBrown with bags and bricksGot my lil nasty chickThat's what I asked of himTold me he'd grant my wishYou dance with the devilAnd you'll never dance againDance now,dance, dance, dance,danceDance now,dance,dance,dance,dance Dance now,dance,dance,dance, dance Death,death,death, death.Lifeis a journey, not a destination.Lean not towards the egoistic inclinations.Positive vibrations bring real liberation.It's the will of the heart,the strength of the mind,and the love of the creator that will help us rise out of these sadistic situationsand experience the purity that exists in our creation.