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JID & Lil Yachty

Knew Better

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Knew Better was released on August 7, 2025 by Dreamville/Interscope Records as a part of the album God Does Like Ugly (Preluxe Edition)

Song Details

AlbumGod Does Like Ugly (Preluxe Edition)

Release DateAugust 7, 2025

LabelDreamville/Interscope Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM56

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

JID

Vocals

Lil Yachty

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Destin Route

Songwriter

Miles Parks McCollum

Miles Parks McCollum

Songwriter

John Welch

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Christo

Producer

John Kadadu

Recording Engineer

E. Dan

Mixing Engineer

Chris Athens

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

I'll one day take over the

[Verse 1]

Third quarter, three orders, back on the fence

New order, old testaments, I don't like estimates

Need precision, dividends, on paper

Ridin' on scrapers, bandana 'round tapers

Geekin' on X, break the pill like a wafer

Brown sugar dipped in an apple, Ole Quaker

Codeine and codeine, and codeine, and codeine

And codeine in assembly, diamonds like shaker

Brown paper bag hold some soul exchangers

I'ma shoot shit like a Globetrotter

Hoes wild away, still toes around me

I'm a big-toe stepper, don't check on lil' bros

And don't check, I hope you took all of your valuables

If your ho double-take, dawg, she's an animal

I would, I would, I would, I would

Trade in my BM, mad all my new hoes look just like her

Told her she's the beta

Twinnem go step for Lil' Miles like a theta

Lookin' like Beyonce, just wanna cater

Duckin' off with her, I'm out in Decatur

The gentrified part, not Panola, no better

If you knew better, you'd prolly do better

Twin turbo, two twins, knock 'em down like Twin Towers

Badder than Shabazz and Coretta, I'm a real deal activist

I'm sippin' mud, need a shower

Fuck a ghost, I'm a real deal Black ****

Standin' and livin' outside with the power

MDMA on my tongue kinda sour

Far from a coward, prestigious as Howard

In the two-door, doin' two hunnid an hour

Headed down Broward, pour up a four, Zay Flowers

[Chorus]

Mmm, if you knew better, you'd do better, ha

If you knew better, you'd do better, ha

If you knew, uh

If you knew better, you'd do better, ha

If you knew better, you'd do better, kid (Look)

If you knew better, you'd do better, dude (Hop in the—)

If you knew, watch, watch, watch

[Verse 2]

Look, uh, hop in the whip

Crank that bitch loud as it gets, you can make a lil' vehicle flip

Bought my momma a crib off of the "lyrical miracle spiritual" shit

Imperial, get the grrt, scratch off the serial

Told her take if you too territorial

They been murderin' **** for more than way down at memorials

See the murals, it's a debt that was paid

With life layin' in the bed that was made

Now, who funny? Too sunny, who brung the shade?

You runnin' blue, come in, Bubonic plague

New money, power, and respect, I could make 'em sick

A new Patek, put the puke on the face

It's the Crucible, d-d-d-d-doomdayin'

I'm Duke Nukem Route, put a juke on the jakes

Fast, gotta get the cash, do the dash

**** hit the gas, start Britney Spears dancin'

Open chest, took one to the chin, I'm a champion

Tisha Campbell, I'm still here, I'm still standin' (Oh, shit)

After the storm clear, wash the blood off the curb

Only to find the sun burnt the city to dirt

Now, we outside thuggin', gotta hit 'em where it hurt

God heard the people prayin' for mercy

See it from the outside, even look at the surface

You'll see a certain people assemble and self-serve

You'll circle around the Earth, you seein' the same circle

Determined to steal, kill and destroy, and it's kinda work from back to

Whippin' a slave to w—, whippin' the work in the kitchen

Trip off a kitten to close curtain

It's certain this shit is a curse and it's very personal

So I'm puttin' it in a verse, you hearin' it first, see you at church, ****

[Verse 3]

Uh (Aye, aye, aye)

Devil saw some people startin' to give in (Yup)

Applyin' pressure, tried to squeeze out some sense

Circo loco off the ten, bobbleheaded, buddy in the pen

Got his ass beat so bad, converted to Islamic ways (What?)

I don't remember you back in the days

Callin' my first name won't make me remember

You **** rather dick-ride and dismember

You **** rather fall off than contender

You **** rather lose spot than follow the agenda

You ****, Tyson, y'all tender

I'll pull out the fender, I personally sent the work back to the sender (Okay)

I am an organic holyfied sinner (Okay)

I am a granter, put shit on my momma, and mind, I'm a bad man (Okay)

If it's not you, then it's me, I'd be damned

I got kids who need pops, so I'm payin'

And if it's smoke, I need work the same night

No next day, no timeout, no delayin'

They live on the 'net, they be playin'

I be preachin', pimpin', and poppin' it (Yeah)

She be poppin', droppin', and lockin' it (Yeah)

And my right hand on the west-side, it's a FN, and I'm cockin' it

I'm shootin' this shit with a stock on it

I'm shootin' this shit, I'm Stojakovic

I could never switch up, I ain't Dončić

Country **** in the summertime

Rockin' Chrome leather, look like bondage (Us)

With a bad bitch, where'd you find it? I'm on timin'

[Verse 4]

Look, uh, the name and collection, know the gang I'm in (It's the BlakkBoyz)

The time you should take, typa time I'm on

Beautiful world with a bunch of ugly events

Typa shit the gang like to shine a light on

The flames, I was walkin' through the flames, the fire

Lookin' for angels, all I could see was cranes in the sky

And the vision that God, my brothers, and sisters, and ancestors combined

Another plane, it's playin' with my mind

We stand at the dawn of a new era defined by three letters

The alpha, the line, the lead shepherd

So who tryna defy the word?

I turn this bitch into fireworks right now, ****, fuck the fourth of July

Fuck what they talkin' 'bout, I'll punch you and your word of mouth

With your south ass, somethin' to say, I'm sayin' it now

Displayin' the power, the slave gave me the brain, hours of pain

I'll call it God Likes Ugly, it's all the same shit

[Outro]

Christo

Written by: Destin Route, John Welch, Miles Parks McCollum

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