[Verse 1: JID] Wasn't used to taking orders, if I'm rude, my apologies I never been a follower, I'm addicted to the power So I've studied the remains of the game, I'm an archaeologist More money, more problems That's a tough pill to swallow if you ain't about that shit that you be talkin' Three holes in his head, bowling balled him Who's brawling? Nah You calling God, but shit, me too; he gotta hear one of us I can give him a chance to meet you, if you wanna Cool Cat backed in that corner, ooh, I got a boner Please show me my opponent You and your homie; he with you, that's a bonus 1-1, 2 shots, that's Sabonis Never had squat, tried keeping up with the Joneses Try wearing off-knocks, niggas popular with Junior Nigga, I been hungry; for a time I was homeless I honed in my skill, sharp sword swings along for the moment Atonement in my tone Ownership is the only shit I've been voyaging Voices in my head and then I go record it I've been ordered by the Lord Kill the beat, beat a dead horse Ill swordsman, sportsmanship That's horseshit, copious corpses Outsourcing for resources You got a gun, we got assortments They make appointments; joint rolling, join forces And we rejoice when real niggas lift their voices for the voiceless
[Interlude] They feel like they gotta be offensive to be able to get they point across Feel like they got to go up folks necks to get they point across But guess what? There's a way, y'know what I'm sayin'? There's effective conflict, y'get what I'm sayin'?
[Interlude: JID, Conway the Machine] Let the machi-, uh (Yeah) Yeah, let the Machine go (Doo-doo-doot, doo-doo-doot, doo-doo-doot, doo-doo-doot) Let the, yeah, let that shit up
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine] Stash boxes for the straps in the Navigator Don C, alligator A lot of rappers, they just imaginative exaggerators Box landed, take them packs and put them on the calculator Weigh it up and stash it, bro, I'm coming back to bag it later (I'll be back t-) That bitch bad, I'ma bag her then go stab her later (Uh uh) Got the pussy free, I didn't have to pay her (Ha) Got the bags so if it come to that, trust me, I have the paper But I'm just that nigga, I ain't have to get her drunk or incapacitate her (Not at all) Yeah, I'm MVP form, like Shaq for Lakers Ain't no silverware in the trap; fuck it, grab a hanger Ratchet sprayer, Buffalo got the highest murder rate in New York state That's a fact, check the stats and data I was deep in them trenches Homeless in Atlanta, sleeping on benches Now bitches see me in this Benz and it's piquin' they interest (Ha, ha, ha, ha) Dawg caught a body, L-I-F-E was the sentence He gave his life to God, seeking repentance YeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
