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Lyrics from Snippet [Chorus: JID] I shot the sheriff Killed the deputy, spared the reverend Smack your parents, split the marriage Snatch the necklace, he went to Jared's I'm with the four-fifth, the pistol carriage I give you the click-click, I look in the barrel I give you the click-click, I look in the barrel I point it right at you, I point it right at you [Verse: JID] Back up, that's a warning shot Next niggas gettin' domed and dropped And niggas beefin' on their phone and plottin' And I can see you really love hip-hop Well I can make you meet Biggie and Pac Tell 'em how the game miss 'em a lot So if you thinkin' it's an issue, it's not People entitled to opinions they got You're a product of the friends you got So if you're poppin' shit then your friend get shot At the eight or nine or ten o'clock But when it pop in his top and he drop, let it rock I been on the fuckin' star track like Spock Glock clocked on the block, workin' on my chakra It's been the same since a runny nose with the snot And my niggas run into your home with the choppa Gimme what you got, do you really want the problem? Tryna make a milli off the rock, but them cracks in the chicken Nigga, pot, watch it, nigga, watch Niggas on the block spit bones in the pocket Lil partner was poppin', finna hit him with the rocket Yeah, your main bitch was prolly tryna top me 'Cause I'm handsome, I'm fly, and a fungi like shiitake Nigga, you really jockin' tryna Andy Milo-knock me I'ma rock it, hell nah, pulled up on the [?] My nigga told me, [?] [Chorus: JID] I shot the sheriff Killed the deputy, spared the reverend Smack your parents, split the marriage Snatch the necklace, he went to Jared's I'm with the four-fifth, the pistol carriage I give you the click-click, I look in the barrel I give you the click-click, I look in the barrel I point it right at you, I point it right at you [Verse: Erick the Architect] Money be the motivation This the kinda of payment that forever be indebted to you Send you to the medical Was reachin' the pistol on the pedestal, the metal Got a blicky on the end, gotta win with the JID Dug with the jugg, dug with the crooks Heard he loose with the jar but I love the way it looks My mind's in the matrix, underground But my mind talks in the basement Way I got my patience up, I'ma keep the kid close Not about the insults, boutta throw my dawg Thank those for the info You should see the ten, bro the tens on Run the gang, with the purple rain like the Prince song Finicky, niggas change waves for the industry Listen to me tellin' on the way for the enemy On the way, did you see the wave? And it's killin' you Pull up the anchor for the day that we sent it to you Incinerate the main ones, the flame on Got the prophet in my pocket, not obliged to the process So how they poppin'? I got some options My optic start a mosh pit up in the projects Apostles, like the top two, hit the volume I'm all black, now record that, not a costume Zombies, the real ain't vomit, while you require it Remind me, just run it by me, them niggas grimy [Chorus: JID] I shot the sheriff Killed the deputy, spared the reverend Smack your parents, split the marriage Snatch the necklace, he went to Jared's I'm with the four-fifth, the pistol carriage I give you the click-click, I look in the barrel I give you the click-click, I look in the barrel I point it right at you, I point it right at you