XXL Freshman Freestyle: JID

Lyrics

[Verse] Fuck what a nigga say because my mama think I made it Lift my head to the skies, I try to begin prayer Thanks to the maker, got me out of an awful place My nigga gone for 17 years like a cicada More than a motivator, immortal and innovative A dorsal and with pectoral fins Swimming through the waves in course of habeas corpus I'm orbitin' through my days, I'm fortunate I ain't come in this bitch to be fuckin' famous I just hope when you hear me that you hold me in high regards Not as high as your God Maybe the stars moving a couple mountains ajar Ajayi, a juke move fitted up the side line, then a pylon Biddy-bye-bye, di-did-di-die now We don't let bygones be bygones We buy guns and squeeze like a python until the night come The bear to right, uhm, the right to bear arms so we could fight I get my shine on, Belt of Orion, cut on the lights And when I die just take me to Zion and kill me twice It's like my second life, my second-second line I put this noose around my neck just to accessorize Ridin' in this coupe terrified 12 try and petrify a nigga with petty crimes How you feel about me don't matters like black lives "Nothin' even matters, dawg", I heard that when I was five That's around the same time my big brother had shown me his .9 and let me hold it Literally what I call a 9 to 5 Ten times out of nine, I prolly wouldn't survive But sun do what my gun do, rise Guns drew, this the last hoorah Takin' lives 'fore you dudes take mine Take your time, these things take time, tickin', tickin' Typical flows to keep you niggas on the tip of your toes Lo and behold, make your temple explode Give and go, pick and roll Never listen to the rigmarole This rigor mortis make your temperature cold Woah, woah, I don't troll, bro, I been in my mode I'm a full schizo with a duel Pistol, that's a cool visual That pocket missile pop a pimple, hit him, he bent over Give me the tempo, bika-bow, bika-bow-da-boom It's a elephant and cow in the room I'm in the Prague, bruh, how ya doin'? You better bounce 'fore I make a move Don't got the juice like you say you do I'm finna be like a saber-tooth Wreck a roof, any booth, anybody get it too, you ain't invisible Shootin' at us, metaphysical, put 'em in critical, critical, uh Finna get 'em, finishin' 'em, benefit 'em, then I'm finished with 'em