I prolly shouldn’t dwell, but shid I already did. Young man of the house, my daddy know what he did. Back when condoms was a joke, I was his funniest kid. That’s when crack was killin neighbors, and it knew where I lived. Plenty of G’s, O-D’ed, from hell that was hardened. And dem alphabet boys, bout to spell up some charges. I prolly shouldnt… but shid I already did…
Looking myself in the mirror Wes you been really stressed dude Sins exponential I don’t respect you Influenced by the devil And your friends monumental Convince you of the devil within you Repent and god will accept you
They still double dribble we goin for triple double triple up your investment fkn with us, prolly have to roc that vest shit fkn with us. So many layers BARS
Ayo, Big ups to big bro JID he that kid Could tell me and him ain’t have a pot to piss So I go for mine with no apologin’ Time to crush bones turn em into collagen With the flick of a pen I could change my whole life If the substance is strong enough with what I write So no matter how strong my feelings are for you I gotta cast em aside, Not the first time I had to part ties Block out the pain from my past Shove it in the archives Use to be known as the art guy Till that dream died like chicken in the fryer Had to talk it out with myself like Lizzie McGuire Natural writer just forgot it Now I’m happily reminded, Bitch it’s World domination no need for co sign ments When you speak to me Refer me as your highness Could never fall off in the slightest I’m I’ller than the virus Ain’t believe me peep ya Iris Out here sleeping on the kid But real ones see through there eye lids Jonny run the game I got mileage Go forth for how ever long it take Time for an adventure call Finn and Jake And tune in as I make the earth shake Bitch I’m cold
[Intro] Yeah [Chorus] Okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch The dopest dope you smoke, gon' get you a whiff Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wrist Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth [Verse 1] Get my girl angry and pissed and give that pussy a kiss Pushing the same piece of shit until I get me a Bentley Same niggas, same goals, same dreams and epiphanies Me and my niggas are same lines as symmetry, wasn't empathy Remember we would front yard brawl with big Timothy? Kicked them doors because we had a lot of energy My brother was locked up for shooting at the enemy Caught one nigga then caught fifteen I ain't meet that nigga 'til I was fifteen Now I'm kicking 16's with a big screen in attempt to get the big cream Little guy with a big dream, I need guidance 'Cause if I don't succeed, I probably proceed violence Sippin' on the brown, no Bobby, I don't fuck with nobody No team and no posse, you can catch it like Shockey King of all kings, praise Haile Selassie Rastafari, I don't need nobody, the God's got me [Chorus] Okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch The dopest dope you smoke, gon' get you a whiff Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wrist Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth [Interlude] You ain't used to the hustle, bro Yeah, that shit how you live We on a trade for a trade I do this for you, I do this for you, you know what I mean? I took the risk, you took the risk, I ain't disrespect it [Verse 2] So part of the reason I be so hard on my people We never had it easy, never had a pot to pee in I be on my knees praying till my onomatopoeia's packing a coliseum Ain't no parking, I gotta see J.I.D Gotta be there for my family, I gotta, can't try to be I could be out of my mind, thinking logically No apologies for speaking how I feel, I silently swore solemnly That I would be the guy to make my black people proud of me Roses to the mothers of anybody that doubted me Yo' chick want dick, bitch dove in the covers Overseen my areas, surveyed over my brothers You touch them, you kill me, you can't get close to none of us They still double-dribble, we going for triple-doubles Triple up on your investment fuckin' with us Probably have to rock that vest shit, you fuckin' with us Wait (Nah bro) Huh? (What you talkin' 'bout, homes?) [Chorus] Okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch The dopest dope you smoke gon' get you a whiff Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wrist Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth [Verse 3] Okay but fuck that shit, I gotta get it, I gotta get 'em Tired of picking these locks, you don't respect my existence I used to sleep in my car, never a park or a bench But damn a nigga was broke, damnit if I didn't get it Them niggas was thinking that it was just some rap for the kid One day they gon' hit my phone, hit the show, scream, clap for the kid Let's get it poppin', they're pulling pistols on apostle Paul So pay the piper or meet the sniper, legend of the fall I knew in diapers you and I was nothing alike at all I do or die, you do it to die, I'm really making calls You couldn't kill it and take it out of me, the ideology This the odyssey, I'm Odysseus, you gotta follow me Watch how I maneuver, I influence the influencers The flow is like the flu in influenza going through the motion So I motivate all of my niggas, they tell me kill 'em with kindness I'd rather kill 'em and their other significants Writing lyrics in the city with pretty booties and titties Don't get the cooties, it ain't like the movies It kinda is 'cause they're shooting, kind of shit is you moving? Shit I'm pushing, empower the people life where I grew up Someone tutored the students, these niggas stupidest, stupider, stupid shit Sick as a bitch, flick of the wrist, my pen cleanse my many sins The irony the iron can't straighten out any wrinkle in existence Ripple in time triple my eyes realistically sick in the mind Sick in the head? Wish I was dead, sick on a med, addicted My lead sick 'em, give 'em, send 'em to hell, eh [Outro] Okay, okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a- Okay, I told motherfuckers I- Bitch
Okej Jebać to co dookoła sobie wchodzę na bit Bez przerwy jak koła się ciągle kręci ten film To na mnie pora, zawijam stąd i nie będzie mnie chwi-le Moja rola tu zbędna jest i mnie jebie ten szit Wolna wola jest i wolę nie bo wolę mieć chill Biorę co moje i nie czekam na finał, Biorę co moje i się zwijam jak dywan, i jak nietopierz mi zwisa reszta se możesz zatrzymać, możesz być winny grosika Zjadam zęby sobie na tym mówię bon apetit
Okay I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch The dopest dope you smoke gon' get you a whiff Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of their wrist Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth Get my girl angry and pissed and give that pussy a kiss Pushing the same piece of shit until I get me a Bentley Same niggas, same goals, same dreams and epiphanies Me and my niggas are same lines as symmetry Wasn't empathy Remember we would front yard brawl with big Timothy Kicked them doors because we had a lot of energy My brother was locked up for shooting at the enemy Caught one nigga then caught fifteen I ain't meet that nigga 'til I was fifteen Now I'm kicking '16's with a big screen In an attempt to get the big cream Little guy with a big dream, I need guidance 'Cause if we don't succeed I probably proceed violence Sippin' on the brown, no Bobby I don't fuck with nobody No team and no posse You can catch it like Shockey King of all kings, praise Haile Selassie Rastafari, I don't need nobody, the God's got me Okay I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch The dopest dope you smoke gon' get you a whiff Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they're wrist Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth So part of the reason I be so hard on my people We never had it easy, never had a pot to pee in I be on my knees praying to my onomatopoeias Packing a coliseum, ain't no parking, I gotta see JID Gotta be there for my family, I gotta, can't try to be I could out of my mind, thinking logically No apologies for speaking how I feel I silently swore solemnly That I would be the guy to make my black people proud of me Roses to the mothers of anybody that doubted me Yo chick want dick, bitch dove in the covers Overseen my areas, surveyed over my brothers You touch them, you kill me, you can't get close to none of us They still double dribble, we going for triple doubles Triple up on your investment fuckin' with us Probably have to rock that vest shit you fuckin' with us Wait Okay I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch The dopest dope you smoke gon' get you a whiff Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wrist Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth Okay but fuck that shit I gotta get it, I gotta get 'em Tired of picking these locks, you don't respect my existance Since I used to sleep in my car, never a park or a bench But damn a nigga was broke, damn it if I didn't get it Them niggas was thinking that it was just some rap for the kid One day they gon' hit my phone, hit the show, scream, clap for the kid Let's get it poppin', they're pulling pistols on apostle Paul So paid the piper or meet the sniper legend of the fall I knew in diapers you and I was nothing alike at all I do or die, you do it to die, I'm really making calls You couldn't kill it and take it out of me The ideology, this the odyssey I'm Odysseus, you gotta follow me Watch how I maneuver, I influence the influencers The flow is like the flu in influenza going through the motion So I motivate all of my niggas, they tell me kill 'em with kindness I'd rather kill 'em and they're other significants Writing lyrics in the city with pretty booties and titties Don't get the cooties, it ain't like the movies It kinda is 'cause they're shooting Kind of shit is you moving? Shit I'm pushing ain't proud of people life Where I grew up someone tutored the students These niggas stupidest, stupider, stupid shit Sick as a bitch, flick of the wrist My pen carries my many sins The irony the iron can't straighten out any wrinkle in existence Ripple and time triple my eyes realistically sicken Am I sick in the head? Wish I was dead sick on a med Addicted My lead sick on 'em, send 'em to hell Okay, okay I told motherfuckers I was sick as a Okay, okay I told motherfuckers I Bitch
They was taking notes I was different writing lyrics On my soul that imma make it so they wanna kill my spirit My words a choice of weapon blow that bitch an make em hear it Bang Hope it rang Hope it hurt an you in pain We ain’t the same I’m insane I’m a flame immune to rain Want the fame with a chain That ain’t fake I feel chained They gon break Live forever got some fangs I’m amazed I got em dazed They be shocked just like they tazed What you say? What you say? Why not say it to my face Run the place like this bitch about to race Saving grace to the game They ain’t want me to even play
I’m sick of these peoples treatment of me when I’m needin peace An they keep repeatin deceivin ways till I’m deep in the secretes I see what’s beneath it Lies and some broken agreements Hard to believe it Way to egregious Patients and prayers the way I’m seeking releif an I’m seems that People are I see are shayateen when you look deep in Their heart as it keeps on beatin Their disbelieving the one who’s keepin it beatin Astugfullahul athem and now I can see that allahs the only one I need an I’m Putin up a barrier So I could be a behemoth To anyone switching on me an to the others Im kind and sweet in their treatment if allah don’t like it then leave it
Okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch The dopest dope you smoke, gon' get you a whiff Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wrist Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth Get my girl angry and pissed and give that pussy a kiss Pushing the same piece of shit until I get me a Bentley Same niggas, same goals, same dreams and epiphanies Me and my niggas are same lines as symmetry, wasn't empathy Remember we would front yard brawl with big Timothy? Kicked them doors because we had a lot of energy My brother was locked up for shooting at the enemy Caught one nigga then caught fifteen I ain't meet that nigga 'til I was fifteen Now I'm kicking 16's with a big screen in attempt to get the big cream Little guy with a big dream, I need guidance 'Cause if I don't succeed, I probably proceed violence Sippin' on the brown, no Bobby, I don't fuck with nobody No team and no posse, you can catch it like Shockey King of all kings, praise Haile Selassie Rastafari, I don't need nobody, the God's got me Okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch The dopest dope you smoke, gon' get you a whiff Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wrist Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth You ain't used to the hustle, bro Yeah, that shit how you live We on a trade for a trade I do this for you, I do this for you, you know what I mean? I took the risk, you took the risk, I ain't disrespect it So part of the reason I be so hard on my people We never had it easy, never had a pot to pee in I be on my knees praying till my onomatopoeia's packing a coliseum Ain't no parking, I gotta see J.I.D Gotta be there for my family, I gotta, can't try to be I could be out of my mind, thinking logically No apologies for speaking how I feel, I silently swore solemnly That I would be the guy to make my black people proud of me Roses to the mothers of anybody that doubted me Yo' chick want dick, bitch dove in the covers Overseen my areas, surveyed over my brothers You touch them, you kill me, you can't get close to none of us They still double-dribble, we going for triple-doubles Triple up on your investment fuckin' with us Probably have to rock that vest shit, you fuckin' with us Wait (nah bro) Huh? (what you talkin' 'bout, homes?) Okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch The dopest dope you smoke gon' get you a whiff Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wrist Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth Okay but fuck that shit, I gotta get it, I gotta get 'em Tired of picking these locks, you don't respect my existance I used to sleep in my car, never a park or a bench But damn a nigga was broke, damnit if I didn't get it Them niggas was thinking that it was just some rap for the kid One day they gon' hit my phone, hit the show, scream, clap for the kid Let's get it poppin', they're pulling pistols on apostle Paul So paid the piper or meet the sniper, legend of the fall I knew in diapers you and I was nothing alike at all I do or die, you do it to die, I'm really making calls You couldn't kill it and take it out of me, the ideology This the odyssey, I'm Odysseus, you gotta follow me Watch how I maneuver, I influence the influencers The flow is like the flu in influenza going through the motion So I motivate all of my niggas, they tell me kill 'em with kindness I'd rather kill 'em and they're other significants Writing lyrics in the city with pretty booties and titties Don't get the cooties, it ain't like the movies It kinda is 'cause they're shooting, kind of shit is you moving? Shit I'm pushing, ain't proud of people life where I grew up Someone tutored the students, these niggas stupidest, stupider, stupid shit Sick as a bitch, flick of the wrist, my pen carries my many sins The irony the iron can't straighten out any wrinkle in existence Ripple and time triple my eyes realistically sicken Am I sick in the head? Wish I was dead, sick on a med, addicted My lead sick on 'em, send 'em to hell, eh Okay, okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a.. Okay, I told motherfuckers I.. Bitch
Okay I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch The dopest dope you smoke gon' get you a whiff Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of their wrist Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth Get my girl angry and pissed and give that pussy a kiss Pushing the same piece of shit until I get me a Bentley Same niggas, same goals, same dreams and epiphanies Me and my niggas are same lines as symmetry Wasn't empathy Remember we would front yard brawl with big Timothy Kicked them doors because we had a lot of energy My brother was locked up for shooting at the enemy Caught one nigga then caught fifteen I ain't meet that nigga 'til I was fifteen Now I'm kicking '16's with a big screen In an attempt to get the big cream Little guy with a big dream I need guidance Cause if we don't succeed I probably proceed violence Sippin' on the brown, no Bobby I don't fuck with nobody No team and no posse You can catch it like Shockey King of all kings, praise Haile Selassie Rastafari, I don't need nobody, the God's got me Okay I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch The dopest dope you smoke gon' get you a whiff Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they're wrist Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth You ain't used to the hustle bro Yeah that shit how you live We on a trade for a trade. I do this for you, I do this for you. You know what I mean? I took the risk, you took the risk. I ain't disrespect it So part of the reason I be so hard on my people We never had it easy, never had a pot to pee in I be on my knees praying to my onomatopoeias Packing a coliseum, ain't no parking, I gotta see J.I.D Gotta be there for my family, I gotta, can't try to be I could out of my mind, thinking logically No apologies for speaking how I feel I silently swore solemnly That I would be the guy to make my black people proud of me Roses to the mothers of anybody that doubted me Yo chick want dick, bitch dove in the covers Overseen my areas, surveyed over my brothers You touch them, you kill me, you can't get close to none of us They still double dribble, we going for triple doubles Triple up on your investment fuckin' with us Probably have to rock that vest shit you fuckin' with us Wait Okay I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch The dopest dope you smoke gon' get you a whiff Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wrist Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth Okay but fuck that shit I gotta get it, I gotta get 'em Tired of picking these locks, you don't respect my existance Since I used to sleep in my car, never a park or a bench But damn a nigga was broke, damn it if I didn't get it Them niggas was thinking that it was just some rap for the kid One day they gon' hit my phone, hit the show, scream, clap for the kid Let's get it poppin', they're pulling pistols on apostle Paul So paid the piper or meet the sniper the legend of the fall I knew in diapers you and I was nothing alike at all I do or die, you do it to die, I'm really making calls You couldn't kill it and take it out of me The ideology, this the odyssey I'm Odysseus, you gotta follow me Watch how I maneuver, I influence the influencers The flow is like the flu in influenza going through the motion So I motivate all of my niggas, they tell me kill 'em with kindness I'd rather kill 'em and they're other significants Writing lyrics in the city with pretty booties and titties Don't get the cooties, it ain't like the movies It kinda is cause they're shooting Kind of shit is you moving? Shit I'm pushing ain't proud of people life Where I grew up someone tutored the student These niggas stupidest, stupider, stupid shit Sick as a bitch, flick of the wrist My pen carries my many sins The irony the iron can't straighten out any wrinkle in existence Ripple and time triple my eyes realistically sicken Am I sick in the head? Wish I was dead sick on 'em [?] addicted, my [?] sick on 'em, send 'em to hell Okay, okay I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch Okay, okay I told motherfuckers I was Bitch
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Oh yea im definatly jumpin on this one 🙌
roses to the mothers of anybody that doubted me
This shit ill my dude, you think you could do j.i.d general instrumental?
Why tf are you a Goat 🖤🕊👑
This is it chief
rlly beautiful
I prolly shouldn’t dwell,
but shid I already did.
Young man of the house,
my daddy know what he did.
Back when condoms was a joke,
I was his funniest kid.
That’s when crack was killin neighbors,
and it knew where I lived.
Plenty of G’s,
O-D’ed,
from hell that was hardened.
And dem alphabet boys,
bout to spell up some charges.
I prolly shouldnt…
but shid I already did…
OMG THIS IS SO GOOD THANK YOU. BRO IS POSSIBLE YOU CAN DO "HOODBOOGER"? That beat makes me cry. So fire.
Looking myself in the mirror
Wes you been really stressed dude
Sins exponential I don’t respect you
Influenced by the devil
And your friends monumental
Convince you of the devil within you
Repent and god will accept you
They still double dribble we goin for triple double triple up your investment fkn with us, prolly have to roc that vest shit fkn with us.
So many layers BARS
Please do hereditary by J.I.D!!! Its a amazing beat
Ayo, Big ups to big bro
JID he that kid
Could tell me and him ain’t have a pot to piss
So I go for mine with no apologin’
Time to crush bones turn em into collagen
With the flick of a pen I could change my whole life
If the substance is strong enough with what I write
So no matter how strong my feelings are for you
I gotta cast em aside,
Not the first time I had to part ties
Block out the pain from my past
Shove it in the archives
Use to be known as the art guy
Till that dream died like chicken in the fryer
Had to talk it out with myself like Lizzie McGuire
Natural writer just forgot it
Now I’m happily reminded,
Bitch it’s World domination no need for co sign ments
When you speak to me
Refer me as your highness
Could never fall off in the slightest
I’m I’ller than the virus
Ain’t believe me peep ya Iris
Out here sleeping on the kid
But real ones see through there eye lids
Jonny run the game I got mileage
Go forth for how ever long it take
Time for an adventure call Finn and Jake
And tune in as I make the earth shake
Bitch I’m cold
love is only a feeling by joey bada$$
Messed up the sequence to me I can’t say I love it do a remix
Can you do underwear by J.I.D?!
[Intro]
Yeah
[Chorus]
Okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch
The dopest dope you smoke, gon' get you a whiff
Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wrist
Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth
[Verse 1]
Get my girl angry and pissed and give that pussy a kiss
Pushing the same piece of shit until I get me a Bentley
Same niggas, same goals, same dreams and epiphanies
Me and my niggas are same lines as symmetry, wasn't empathy
Remember we would front yard brawl with big Timothy?
Kicked them doors because we had a lot of energy
My brother was locked up for shooting at the enemy
Caught one nigga then caught fifteen
I ain't meet that nigga 'til I was fifteen
Now I'm kicking 16's with a big screen in attempt to get the big cream
Little guy with a big dream, I need guidance
'Cause if I don't succeed, I probably proceed violence
Sippin' on the brown, no Bobby, I don't fuck with nobody
No team and no posse, you can catch it like Shockey
King of all kings, praise Haile Selassie
Rastafari, I don't need nobody, the God's got me
[Chorus]
Okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch
The dopest dope you smoke, gon' get you a whiff
Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wrist
Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth
[Interlude]
You ain't used to the hustle, bro
Yeah, that shit how you live
We on a trade for a trade
I do this for you, I do this for you, you know what I mean?
I took the risk, you took the risk, I ain't disrespect it
[Verse 2]
So part of the reason I be so hard on my people
We never had it easy, never had a pot to pee in
I be on my knees praying till my onomatopoeia's packing a coliseum
Ain't no parking, I gotta see J.I.D
Gotta be there for my family, I gotta, can't try to be
I could be out of my mind, thinking logically
No apologies for speaking how I feel, I silently swore solemnly
That I would be the guy to make my black people proud of me
Roses to the mothers of anybody that doubted me
Yo' chick want dick, bitch dove in the covers
Overseen my areas, surveyed over my brothers
You touch them, you kill me, you can't get close to none of us
They still double-dribble, we going for triple-doubles
Triple up on your investment fuckin' with us
Probably have to rock that vest shit, you fuckin' with us
Wait (Nah bro) Huh? (What you talkin' 'bout, homes?)
[Chorus]
Okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch
The dopest dope you smoke gon' get you a whiff
Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wrist
Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth
[Verse 3]
Okay but fuck that shit, I gotta get it, I gotta get 'em
Tired of picking these locks, you don't respect my existence
I used to sleep in my car, never a park or a bench
But damn a nigga was broke, damnit if I didn't get it
Them niggas was thinking that it was just some rap for the kid
One day they gon' hit my phone, hit the show, scream, clap for the kid
Let's get it poppin', they're pulling pistols on apostle Paul
So pay the piper or meet the sniper, legend of the fall
I knew in diapers you and I was nothing alike at all
I do or die, you do it to die, I'm really making calls
You couldn't kill it and take it out of me, the ideology
This the odyssey, I'm Odysseus, you gotta follow me
Watch how I maneuver, I influence the influencers
The flow is like the flu in influenza going through the motion
So I motivate all of my niggas, they tell me kill 'em with kindness
I'd rather kill 'em and their other significants
Writing lyrics in the city with pretty booties and titties
Don't get the cooties, it ain't like the movies
It kinda is 'cause they're shooting, kind of shit is you moving?
Shit I'm pushing, empower the people life where I grew up
Someone tutored the students, these niggas stupidest, stupider, stupid shit
Sick as a bitch, flick of the wrist, my pen cleanse my many sins
The irony the iron can't straighten out any wrinkle in existence
Ripple in time triple my eyes realistically sick in the mind
Sick in the head?
Wish I was dead, sick on a med, addicted
My lead sick 'em, give 'em, send 'em to hell, eh
[Outro]
Okay, okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a-
Okay, I told motherfuckers I-
Bitch
Sick vid ! How you get dissssss.
You think you can do the all bad instrumental by jid please
1:56 okay 🤣🤣😂😂😅😂🤣🤣🤣
Time dimensional.
h.o.w
Would I get in shit for doing my own lyrics over this beat ? But then just obv giving credit to the name of the song etc
can you do d/vision by JID
Okej
Jebać to co dookoła sobie wchodzę na bit
Bez przerwy jak koła się ciągle kręci ten film
To na mnie pora, zawijam stąd i nie będzie mnie chwi-le
Moja rola tu zbędna jest i mnie jebie ten szit
Wolna wola jest i wolę nie bo wolę mieć chill
Biorę co moje i nie czekam na finał, Biorę co moje i się zwijam jak dywan, i jak nietopierz mi zwisa
reszta se możesz zatrzymać, możesz być winny grosika
Zjadam zęby sobie na tym mówię bon apetit
Okay I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch
The dopest dope you smoke gon' get you a whiff
Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of their wrist
Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth
Get my girl angry and pissed and give that pussy a kiss
Pushing the same piece of shit until I get me a Bentley
Same niggas, same goals, same dreams and epiphanies
Me and my niggas are same lines as symmetry
Wasn't empathy
Remember we would front yard brawl with big Timothy
Kicked them doors because we had a lot of energy
My brother was locked up for shooting at the enemy
Caught one nigga then caught fifteen
I ain't meet that nigga 'til I was fifteen
Now I'm kicking '16's with a big screen
In an attempt to get the big cream
Little guy with a big dream, I need guidance
'Cause if we don't succeed I probably proceed violence
Sippin' on the brown, no Bobby
I don't fuck with nobody
No team and no posse
You can catch it like Shockey
King of all kings, praise Haile Selassie
Rastafari, I don't need nobody, the God's got me
Okay I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch
The dopest dope you smoke gon' get you a whiff
Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they're wrist
Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth
So part of the reason I be so hard on my people
We never had it easy, never had a pot to pee in
I be on my knees praying to my onomatopoeias
Packing a coliseum, ain't no parking, I gotta see JID
Gotta be there for my family, I gotta, can't try to be
I could out of my mind, thinking logically
No apologies for speaking how I feel
I silently swore solemnly
That I would be the guy to make my black people proud of me
Roses to the mothers of anybody that doubted me
Yo chick want dick, bitch dove in the covers
Overseen my areas, surveyed over my brothers
You touch them, you kill me, you can't get close to none of us
They still double dribble, we going for triple doubles
Triple up on your investment fuckin' with us
Probably have to rock that vest shit you fuckin' with us
Wait
Okay I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch
The dopest dope you smoke gon' get you a whiff
Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wrist
Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth
Okay but fuck that shit
I gotta get it, I gotta get 'em
Tired of picking these locks, you don't respect my existance
Since I used to sleep in my car, never a park or a bench
But damn a nigga was broke, damn it if I didn't get it
Them niggas was thinking that it was just some rap for the kid
One day they gon' hit my phone, hit the show, scream, clap for the kid
Let's get it poppin', they're pulling pistols on apostle Paul
So paid the piper or meet the sniper legend of the fall
I knew in diapers you and I was nothing alike at all
I do or die, you do it to die, I'm really making calls
You couldn't kill it and take it out of me
The ideology, this the odyssey
I'm Odysseus, you gotta follow me
Watch how I maneuver, I influence the influencers
The flow is like the flu in influenza going through the motion
So I motivate all of my niggas, they tell me kill 'em with kindness
I'd rather kill 'em and they're other significants
Writing lyrics in the city with pretty booties and titties
Don't get the cooties, it ain't like the movies
It kinda is 'cause they're shooting
Kind of shit is you moving?
Shit I'm pushing ain't proud of people life
Where I grew up someone tutored the students
These niggas stupidest, stupider, stupid shit
Sick as a bitch, flick of the wrist
My pen carries my many sins
The irony the iron can't straighten out any wrinkle in existence
Ripple and time triple my eyes realistically sicken
Am I sick in the head? Wish I was dead sick on a med Addicted
My lead sick on 'em, send 'em to hell
Okay, okay I told motherfuckers I was sick as a
Okay, okay I told motherfuckers I
Bitch
I need to know if i gotta pay for this beat someone text me and give me de answer please its urgent
You show remake general by jid
Tutorial??
They was taking notes
I was different writing lyrics
On my soul that imma make it so they wanna kill my spirit
My words a choice of weapon blow that bitch an make em hear it
Bang
Hope it rang
Hope it hurt an you in pain
We ain’t the same I’m insane
I’m a flame immune to rain
Want the fame with a chain
That ain’t fake
I feel chained
They gon break
Live forever got some fangs
I’m amazed I got em dazed
They be shocked just like they tazed
What you say? What you say? Why not say it to my face
Run the place like this bitch about to race
Saving grace to the game
They ain’t want me to even play
all bad from jid do that.
You still active? Need to email you about this beat
yeah
I’m sick of these peoples treatment of me when I’m needin peace
An they keep repeatin deceivin ways till I’m deep in the secretes
I see what’s beneath it
Lies and some broken agreements
Hard to believe it
Way to egregious
Patients and prayers the way I’m seeking releif an I’m seems that
People are I see are shayateen when you look deep in
Their heart as it keeps on beatin
Their disbelieving the one who’s keepin it beatin
Astugfullahul athem and now I can see that allahs the only one I need an I’m Putin up a barrier
So I could be a behemoth
To anyone switching on me
an to the others Im kind and sweet in their treatment if allah don’t like it then leave it
how are the hi hats done?
brian. Just follow the pattern but honestly this beat was perfectly made imo damn son
How did you do the hi hats?
pitch changes and delay probably
probably by using swing and sequencing velocity
how do download this
youtube to mp3
prodbyalex.bandcamp.com/
how is that done w the hi-hats anyone know?
brian. Different keys
Okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch
The dopest dope you smoke, gon' get you a whiff
Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wrist
Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth
Get my girl angry and pissed and give that pussy a kiss
Pushing the same piece of shit until I get me a Bentley
Same niggas, same goals, same dreams and epiphanies
Me and my niggas are same lines as symmetry, wasn't empathy
Remember we would front yard brawl with big Timothy?
Kicked them doors because we had a lot of energy
My brother was locked up for shooting at the enemy
Caught one nigga then caught fifteen
I ain't meet that nigga 'til I was fifteen
Now I'm kicking 16's with a big screen in attempt to get the big cream
Little guy with a big dream, I need guidance
'Cause if I don't succeed, I probably proceed violence
Sippin' on the brown, no Bobby, I don't fuck with nobody
No team and no posse, you can catch it like Shockey
King of all kings, praise Haile Selassie
Rastafari, I don't need nobody, the God's got me
Okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch
The dopest dope you smoke, gon' get you a whiff
Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wrist
Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth
You ain't used to the hustle, bro
Yeah, that shit how you live
We on a trade for a trade
I do this for you, I do this for you, you know what I mean?
I took the risk, you took the risk, I ain't disrespect it
So part of the reason I be so hard on my people
We never had it easy, never had a pot to pee in
I be on my knees praying till my onomatopoeia's packing a coliseum
Ain't no parking, I gotta see J.I.D
Gotta be there for my family, I gotta, can't try to be
I could be out of my mind, thinking logically
No apologies for speaking how I feel, I silently swore solemnly
That I would be the guy to make my black people proud of me
Roses to the mothers of anybody that doubted me
Yo' chick want dick, bitch dove in the covers
Overseen my areas, surveyed over my brothers
You touch them, you kill me, you can't get close to none of us
They still double-dribble, we going for triple-doubles
Triple up on your investment fuckin' with us
Probably have to rock that vest shit, you fuckin' with us
Wait (nah bro) Huh? (what you talkin' 'bout, homes?)
Okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch
The dopest dope you smoke gon' get you a whiff
Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wrist
Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth
Okay but fuck that shit, I gotta get it, I gotta get 'em
Tired of picking these locks, you don't respect my existance
I used to sleep in my car, never a park or a bench
But damn a nigga was broke, damnit if I didn't get it
Them niggas was thinking that it was just some rap for the kid
One day they gon' hit my phone, hit the show, scream, clap for the kid
Let's get it poppin', they're pulling pistols on apostle Paul
So paid the piper or meet the sniper, legend of the fall
I knew in diapers you and I was nothing alike at all
I do or die, you do it to die, I'm really making calls
You couldn't kill it and take it out of me, the ideology
This the odyssey, I'm Odysseus, you gotta follow me
Watch how I maneuver, I influence the influencers
The flow is like the flu in influenza going through the motion
So I motivate all of my niggas, they tell me kill 'em with kindness
I'd rather kill 'em and they're other significants
Writing lyrics in the city with pretty booties and titties
Don't get the cooties, it ain't like the movies
It kinda is 'cause they're shooting, kind of shit is you moving?
Shit I'm pushing, ain't proud of people life where I grew up
Someone tutored the students, these niggas stupidest, stupider, stupid shit
Sick as a bitch, flick of the wrist, my pen carries my many sins
The irony the iron can't straighten out any wrinkle in existence
Ripple and time triple my eyes realistically sicken
Am I sick in the head?
Wish I was dead, sick on a med, addicted
My lead sick on 'em, send 'em to hell, eh
Okay, okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a..
Okay, I told motherfuckers I..
Bitch
Okay I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch
The dopest dope you smoke gon' get you a whiff
Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of their wrist
Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth
Get my girl angry and pissed and give that pussy a kiss
Pushing the same piece of shit until I get me a Bentley
Same niggas, same goals, same dreams and epiphanies
Me and my niggas are same lines as symmetry
Wasn't empathy
Remember we would front yard brawl with big Timothy
Kicked them doors because we had a lot of energy
My brother was locked up for shooting at the enemy
Caught one nigga then caught fifteen
I ain't meet that nigga 'til I was fifteen
Now I'm kicking '16's with a big screen
In an attempt to get the big cream
Little guy with a big dream
I need guidance
Cause if we don't succeed I probably proceed violence
Sippin' on the brown, no Bobby
I don't fuck with nobody
No team and no posse
You can catch it like Shockey
King of all kings, praise Haile Selassie
Rastafari, I don't need nobody, the God's got me
Okay I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch
The dopest dope you smoke gon' get you a whiff
Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they're wrist
Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth
You ain't used to the hustle bro
Yeah that shit how you live
We on a trade for a trade. I do this for you, I do this for you. You know what I mean? I took the risk, you took the risk. I ain't disrespect it
So part of the reason I be so hard on my people
We never had it easy, never had a pot to pee in
I be on my knees praying to my onomatopoeias
Packing a coliseum, ain't no parking, I gotta see J.I.D
Gotta be there for my family, I gotta, can't try to be
I could out of my mind, thinking logically
No apologies for speaking how I feel
I silently swore solemnly
That I would be the guy to make my black people proud of me
Roses to the mothers of anybody that doubted me
Yo chick want dick, bitch dove in the covers
Overseen my areas, surveyed over my brothers
You touch them, you kill me, you can't get close to none of us
They still double dribble, we going for triple doubles
Triple up on your investment fuckin' with us
Probably have to rock that vest shit you fuckin' with us
Wait
Okay I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch
The dopest dope you smoke gon' get you a whiff
Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wrist
Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth
Okay but fuck that shit
I gotta get it, I gotta get 'em
Tired of picking these locks, you don't respect my existance
Since I used to sleep in my car, never a park or a bench
But damn a nigga was broke, damn it if I didn't get it
Them niggas was thinking that it was just some rap for the kid
One day they gon' hit my phone, hit the show, scream, clap for the kid
Let's get it poppin', they're pulling pistols on apostle Paul
So paid the piper or meet the sniper the legend of the fall
I knew in diapers you and I was nothing alike at all
I do or die, you do it to die, I'm really making calls
You couldn't kill it and take it out of me
The ideology, this the odyssey
I'm Odysseus, you gotta follow me
Watch how I maneuver, I influence the influencers
The flow is like the flu in influenza going through the motion
So I motivate all of my niggas, they tell me kill 'em with kindness
I'd rather kill 'em and they're other significants
Writing lyrics in the city with pretty booties and titties
Don't get the cooties, it ain't like the movies
It kinda is cause they're shooting
Kind of shit is you moving?
Shit I'm pushing ain't proud of people life
Where I grew up someone tutored the student
These niggas stupidest, stupider, stupid shit
Sick as a bitch, flick of the wrist
My pen carries my many sins
The irony the iron can't straighten out any wrinkle in existence
Ripple and time triple my eyes realistically sicken
Am I sick in the head? Wish I was dead sick on 'em
[?] addicted, my [?] sick on 'em, send 'em to hell
Okay, okay I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch
Okay, okay I told motherfuckers I was
Bitch