Sugar Water

Lyrics

Started with a dream Dream, a dream, Inception What happens to a dream deferred, make the connection They say that hip-hop needed to be resurrected Well here's my best effort, bitch here comes the resurrection Resurrected like that, I'mma make this shit boom Get high jump over the moon nigga gimme some room I think I'm finna get in the zone listening to tunes While my nigga stay up floating, fly like a balloon And the weird pants sagging, appearance of a goon Then again, they fit, can't just bag 'em when your shit cost a grip And I can't lose grip just like a fumble or a slip Tryna be stuck in the game, locksmith, and your girl's a [?] So wonder where her lipstick been, Maybelline bruise Number 5 on this dick on some funny shit I'm tryna make it like really make it Take a bath in my cash like is he really naked? But I'm just sayin' Napoleon complex got a nigga thinkin' like "Why they can't just treat this lil nigga right?" Most people try to follow what they see on fucking TV Superstar assholes as arrogant as can be But I can't say shit 'cause im just as arrogant as they is, they are I can't touch the sky by flying under the radar And when i was a kid I pointed, said I wanted they car Now they car is my car, they main broad my side broad I want my feet in every direction like a tripod You blessed me with all this talent I'm like "why god?" Shit I think he tryna test me Nah fuck that, I think he tryna bless me, so keep goin' Three shots in the game, JID free throwin' yuh, JID free throwin' And thats my ego, egoin', fly, like an eagle Still goin' in Uh, it ain't over yet hold on Yeah, Alright Yeah, yeah, yeah No patience, nigga this my operation Mo' paper and fuck phony allegations, hah I feel greatness on the horizon, but right now I'm kinda fried writing, feelin' mummified fightin' And I'm typin', yall niggas can't see my fuck skypin' I'm wipin' myself down come fight me Got a white bitch, orange hair that's Irish, ever been to Ireland? Me either but that bitch is a meat-eater Two seats in the back one in the front a three-seater I see demons everywhere but I smoke reefa Calm my mind how you doin' JID I'm fine on my grind Big mind, no crime Real ting, no lyin' And I'll take your shit like a pirate Pirus red shit Diss track dead shit And I want cheese on everything, money talk DJ, uh, moneywalk And I'm all 'bout dough, so that's all I know And my money gon' reach heights even if I don't grow, no mo' So so I blow dope like hammer on the camera I swear I'm the green and brown stuffin' that [?], while my chick get pampered You live inside of the box, you're such a hamster JID, and my speakers never go hammer hammer, bammer bammer I am straight from the east side of Atlanta, throw them E's up The A, zone 6, I am on shit Fuck yall niggas yall on dick, fucking faggots Ate like fucking maggots I'm attractive, fucking magnet Understand me, I over-stand it Get my fucking overstanding J-I-D