[Verse 1: JID] J-I-D back in the city with it Jiddy done been all across the globe They say JID a scribbler, he silly with it When he spittin', I hope he don't sell his soul He should be good, man, he signed to Cole He from the hood, nigga, down the road He went to juugin' right by the stove Then they saw the patrol, it was time to roll Saw the patrol, it was time to ride Motor runnin' on Memorial Drive Got a country cousin cruisin' with a blind man Savannah at the Florida-Georgia line Got a couple family members in Atlanta Not Atlanta, we let Omeretta decide They just gon' let that Beretta fly 'Cause you niggas buggin', spray pesticides It's me and the bros, it's no extra guys And they movin' weight, it's no exercise We could pick a date to come stretch you out Only showin' muscle when it's flexin' time You could see the hustle, you could recognize Overcame struggle when the Devil tried Lemme bear it all when I'm tellin' God You know I'm Morant when I talk to Ja
[Pre-Chorus: JID] Nigga said that I can't, damn lie Ain't dappin' no hand, sanitize We gon' slide on your man, landslide There's a nine in my pants, hand cocked You gon' try to recant, you can't now I could step on the ant, ant pile I'ma shoot at the ground, dance now Dan—, ooh, dan—, pshh, dan—
[Chorus: Kenny Mason] Oh, what a handsome gift (Yeah) To live in the land of sick (Uh) Ran up with bags and bricks (Uh) And my lil' nasty chick (Yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah) That's when I asked for help (Uh) Tell me he grant my wish (Yeah) You dance with the devil (Oh, oh) You never dance again (Oh, oh)
[Verse 2: JID] I'm not a two-steppin' man, I said, "I do not dance" It's a gun inside my pants, and the whole world's in his hands (Dance) It depends, penny for your sins (For your sins) Shootin' up the block, can't stop revenge (Oh) And every dreadlock's like a rasta man (Rasta man) Where the story ends and plot begins Uh, momma said, "The messiah's in moccasins" Tryna save the kids in them apartments And show a way to live with other options Opulence, decadence, black excellence and lots of it I could cop the newest Beamer, Bentley or Balenciagas I could pay for this lil' nigga's scholarship I ain't caught up in rap nigga politics Play with me and you playin' yourself Playin' with death, sayin' my prayer Cathy and Carl gotta K-O the ship I'm in DeKalb county where we carryin' caterin' chef Cookin' up another plate of the best Me and Christo got it poppin' like it's Crisco Fried chicken, I'm lickin' her thighs Then I put my face in her breasts I took my drive, my plug on the West side Of Atlanta, he known to finesse guys With the hammer, on camera, ten headshots On the camera, knock out a dreadlock That's a felony charge, he caught of F Niggas come to the A and get X'd out (X) But I only been here 'cause I'm tryna help Only one you can help is yourself now
[Pre-Chorus: JID] Nigga said that I can't, damn lie Ain't dappin' no hand, sanitize We gon' slide on your man, landslide There's a nine in my pants, hand cocked You gon' try to recant, you can't now I could step on the ant, ant pile I'ma shoot at the ground, dance now Dan—, ooh, dan—, pshh, dan—
[Chorus: Kenny Mason] Oh, what a handsome gift To live in the land of sick (Uh) Ran up with bags and bricks And my lil' nasty chick (Ah, ah, ah, ah) That's when I asked for help Tell me he grant my wish You dance with the devil (Oh, oh) You never dance again (Oh, oh)
[Outro: Kenny Mason & Jesse Royal] Life is a journey, you know? Not a destination Lean not towards the egoistic intonations (Ah, ah, ah, ah) Positive vibrations bring real liberation (Oh, oh, oh, oh) 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 (Ah, ah, ah, ah) And experience the purity that exists in our creation, you know? (Oh, oh, oh, oh)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
