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PERFORMING ARTISTS
JID
JID
Vocals
JD Beck
JD Beck
Drums
Doctur Dot
Doctur Dot
Vocals
Johnny Venus
Johnny Venus
Vocals
KAYTRANADA
KAYTRANADA
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Destin Route
Destin Route
Songwriter
Eian Parker
Eian Parker
Songwriter
Olu Fann
Olu Fann
Songwriter
James Denis Beck
James Denis Beck
Songwriter
Louis Kevin Celestin
Louis Kevin Celestin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KAYTRANADA
KAYTRANADA
Producer
JD Beck
JD Beck
Producer
John Kadadu
John Kadadu
Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nicolas "Dep" de Porcel
Nicolas "Dep" de Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I was just a, I was just a, uh I was just a, look at me, uh I was just a poor-ass nigga before I turned into a poet Pro kids kickin' the dirt, we playin' buss 'em up, throw it Ain't never been off a flat show, the fuck is a foreign? All of my heroes hadzeroes and customers growin' Ain't no hoein' me boy, I ain't goin' Pistol point,' rib showin', get the point, try discipline a nigga Disappointed, I participated, could've been avoided But they kill a nigga, try to fill the void, feelin' fouls and a draw It's a girl, It's a child, It's a boy in a world Tryna drown out the noise You heard that? You like that? You feel that? You do You serve that, make a bird bag, alert pack, the flu, huh Get a knife and get a gun too Hood niggas don't do Kung-Fu 'Bout to jump y'all, nigga, jumped you Pull out the punk, can't punk you, uh Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch Pull out the pump, can't punk me, hoe Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch Pull out the pump, lil' punk bitch Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch Pull out the pump, can't punk me, hoe Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch Pull out the pump, lil' punk bitch Okay, what's happenin' shawty? From the land where the preachers always packin', shawty No, I'm never lackin', shawty Pull pit polls that ratchet Eat your heart out like it's a starvin' pitbull Shit, where I'm from, everybody got a tool KP said, "You post your wins You gotta repeat 'em again and again" But see, I was born for greatness, why the hell should I pretend? Like I wasn't in the arms of Allah, bear-huggin' I fear no man or brandished steel, here's your fair warning The audacity to think that I surpassed them from Atlanta streets You must be crazy, nah, let's be clear, I'm clairvoyant I never left from Zone-4, bitch, fuck is a foreign? But I knew I'd drag my nuts across the world 'fore I was tourin' Europeans rainin' kisses, out in Paris, it was pourin' Nigga, I was just in Georgia where the gunshots was stormin' Blacka, blacka, blacka, tell the story To be or not to be dead in the morning If you knew the cage that I was raised in (bitch) Shit, my nigga, then (hoe) You should loot the path I'm out here blazin' (here, punk me, bitch) Guess he thought we'd jump and run 'cause he was pistol wavin' Motherfucker, fuck the Devil (hoe) Boy, I'm from the A, man (bitch, punk, lil' punk, bitch) Sweep, sweep, mop, mop Wow, great as Dot, been frequenting the gunshot like a movie montage Sip this Teremana, feel it like Dwayne the Rock The way I rock be I-Y-K-Y-K, okay, I kick before I knock This shit is real, real, kill or be killed, no model citizen (no) Since Ben Stiller with the blue steel Stray from bein' healed (woo) I been stealin' 'fore the pure thrill Runnin' up in buildings like the Grinch in Whoville (hahaha) What's life without adrenaline? Put you on a shirt, now your purge merch, yur (you, you, you) Death is freedom, some deserve worse, huh You get me? (Get me) You got me (you got me), I don't waste time with nickel and dimein' That nigga mean, you mean about proxy I don't really fuck with these niggas like Gandhi What's "yeah-yeah," what's up, nigga? Try me Lot of this shit just lucky timing What's "yeah-yeah," what's up, nigga? Try me Broad day brawl and the blood look shiny What's "yeah-yeah," what's up, nigga? I can always sniff out a fuck nigga Underdog, I'ma upset the front runner Bark big but the bite is a bit bigger Okay, pull out the pump, can't punk me Crocodile Dundee, Doco-dile Dundee Knockin' out front teeth Niggas is way too sensitive, touchy, niggas is aunties, ah Must be havin' they monthly, hate it all you want Only hell can judge me I just be puttin' shit bluntly Life too hard to go out humbly Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch Pull out the pump, can't punk me, hoe Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch Pull out the pump, lil' punk bitch Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch Pull out the pump, can't punk me, hoe Pull out the pump, can't punk me, bitch Pull out the pump, lil' punk bitch Yo, JID, this Meezy, bruh Hit me when you get this message, my nigga My ass in the mountain ridin' 'round Thinkin' when yo' Stevenson-rolled ass gon' drop that shit, nigga You playin', what the fuck?
Writer(s): Destin Route, Olu Flann, Eian Undrai Parker, Louis Kevin Celestin, James Denis Beck Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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