Look,
look, J.I.D back in the city with it
J.I.D done been all across the globe
They say J.I.D a scribbler,
he silly witty when he spit it
And I hope he don't sell his soul
He should be good,
man, he signed the code
He from the hood,
nigga, down the road He with J.I.D,
he right by the stove
Then they saw the patrol,
it was time to roll
Saw the patrol, it was time to ride
Motor running on Memorial Drive
Got a country cousin cruising with a black man in Savannah
At the Florida Georgia line
Got a couple family members in Atlanta
Not Atlanta, we let Omaretta decide
There you go, let that beretta fly
Cause you niggas buggin', spray pesticides
It's me and the bros,
it's no extra guys
When they moving weight,
it's no exercise We could pick a date to come stretch you out
Only showing muscle when it's flexing time
You could see the hustle,
you could recognize Overcame struggle when the devil tried
Let me bear it all when I'm telling God
You know I'm a rant when I talk to Joc
Niggas say that I can't,
damn law Ain't dappin' no hands,
Santa taught it, don't slot on your man
Landslide, there's a nine in my pants
Handcuff, 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, dance
Ain't what I had's some gift,
to live in a land you said
Riding with bags and bricks,
got my little nasty chick
That's what I asked of him,
told me he'd grant my wish
She 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, dance
I'm not a two-stepping man,
I said I do not dance
It's a gun inside my pants,
and the whole world's in his hands
It depends, penny for your sins,
shooting out the block can't stop revenge
Revenge, nappy dreadlocks like a Rostaman
Where the story ends in a pop-up
Mama said the Messiah's in Markham's sins
Tryna save the kids and I'm a poppin' sin
Show a way to live with other options
Opulence, decadence, black excellence Philosophy,
I can cop the newest beamer
Bentley, Opelence, see how cause I can pay
For this lil' nigga scholarship
Ain't caught up in rap nigga politics
Play with me and you playin' yourself
Playin' with death, sayin' my prayer Kathy and Carl got a kale to shelf
I'm in DeKalb County,
you'll be carrying catering chef
Cookin' up another plate of the best
Me and Crystal, body poppin' like it's Crisco
I'm a fried chicken,
I'm lickin' her thighs
Then I put my face in her breast,
I Took a drive, I plug on the west side
Of Atlanta, he know no finesse,
guys With a hammer on Camelton,
head shots on the camera
Knock out the dreadlock,
that's a felony charge
He called the F,
niggas clundered the N,
get X'd out But I only be here cause I'm tryna help
Only one you can help is yourself now
Nigga said that I can't,
damn lie, ain't dappin' no hands
Sat up tight, I'm gon' slide on your man
Land slop, there's a nine in my pants
Handcuff, you gon' try to recant
You can't now, I can step on the N
Bad pow, I'ma shoot her to the ground Dance now,
dance, dance, dance, dance I would've had some gif
To live in a land you said
Brown with bags and bricks
Got my lil nasty chick
That's what I asked of him
Told me he'd grant my wish
You dance with the devil
And you'll never dance again
Dance now,
dance, dance, dance,
dance
Dance now,
dance,
dance,
dance,
dance Dance now,
dance,
dance,
dance, dance Death,
death,
death, death.
Life
is 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 situations
and experience the purity that exists in our creation.