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JID, Clipse, Pusha T & Malice
Community
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Community was released on August 8, 2025 by Dreamville/Interscope Records as a part of the album God Does Like Ugly
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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

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Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JID
JID
Performer
Clipse
Clipse
Performer
Pusha T
Pusha T
Performer
Malice
Malice
Performer
Jabrielle Williams
Jabrielle Williams
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Destin Route
Destin Route
Songwriter
Terrence Thornton
Terrence Thornton
Songwriter
Gene Thornton
Gene Thornton
Songwriter
Frank Parra
Frank Parra
Songwriter
M. Dragoi
M. Dragoi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frankie P
Frankie P
Producer
Mario Luciano
Mario Luciano
Producer
John Kadadu
John Kadadu
Recording Engineer
Mario Dragoi
Mario Dragoi
Recording Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
The rain couldn't understand it
The pain made them understand, shit
The sun tried to understand, the gun made me understand
The rain tried whisperin' the warnin'
The land shakin', plus the rhythm is enormous
All the forces like a portal to a vortex
Connected to the stars, just projecting where we part at
Pull up where you park at
Aim a little dark (Lil' bitch)
Where your bark at?
[Verse 1]
It'd be a shame if you stayed in them 'partments
12 barely even came to them 'partments
Catch a play then parlay in them apartments
I swear it's like a party every day in them 'partments
You was raised in them 'partments, dang
Jump a shot or join a gang in them 'partments
My mama say we gotta get away from them 'partments, it's graves in them 'partments
And it ain't gotta end this way 'cause we ain't start shit (Huh, look, okay)
[Verse 2]
I don't give a fuck about no industry beef
Ain't nobody give a fuck when Tay was dead in the street
I don't do the shit you see on the screens
I been tapped in with true things
I peep your rap cap and I unscrew things
I don't give a fuck about them **** at the top
The biggest **** on the block still get shot
Pop, you thinkin' Pac, I'm thinkin'— (Brr)
Can't talk about that shit from— you seen FOX? (You gotta chill out)
[Verse 3]
Lisan al Gaib, I see a tiny line of silver
A way to make a play, although they say it's unfamiliar
It's off the kilter, I say the words without a filter
You gotta have nerve, it'll make you strong if it don't kill ya
I'll put a bullet in Bob the fuckin' Builder
'Fore they try and kick us out the building, what about the children?
When I check a news channel, I get a similar feelin', but still
We gon' make it to Heaven, high water or Hell
But don't take the highways
Two-eighty-five behind the damn wheel
It's like a driveway
Givin' all I could give Christ and I'd do it twice
Shai Gilchrist, heard thunder hit with lightning
And still I didn't feel shit, talk about resilience
Off of Stone Mountain locked on, yeah, where I honed into my brilliance
It was after then I took my talents right up to Virginia
Heard they said the shit for lovers, shit was gutter, shit was gritty
I could tell you what it was, but let bruh tell you what I'm missin', pay attention
[Verse 4]
What's missin' in my hood, I identified
Then I brought white to my hood, shit, I gentrified
We had military arms, we was semper fi
Point blank, let me simplify
I been light post corner boy
Green box sitter, crack ****
Tryna hustle up and act thicker
Six-deuce buyer, **** really live The Wire
From lookouts, then we meteor to suppliers
Caged in, one way in, one way out
Robocops on mountain bikes, ain't pullin' mace out
Just tryna get back home from gettin' chased out
A week ago, a boy like me don't got a face now
The 'partments, the projects, the ghettos, all the same shit
Crazy how we hopscotch and Double-Dutch danger
'Tween ADHD and all the pills that you gave us
How we supposed to process this anger?
[Chorus]
The rain couldn't understand it
The pain made them understand, shit
The sun tried to understand, the gun made me understand
The rain tried whisperin' the warnin'
The land shakin', plus the rhythm is enormous
All the forces like a portal to a vortex
Connected to the stars, just projecting where we part at
Pull up where you park at
Aim a little dark
Where your bark at?
[Verse 5]
My ghetto's not your culture, **** really die here
So hard to say goodbye, it's the only lullaby here
Kilos turnin' boys to men, gotta pick a side here
Some were Jesus Shuttlesworth, some of us were Nasirs
As time goes by, it's an eye for an eye here
My **** mob deep, the fittest gon' survive here
We New Jersey drive here, chop shop, ride here
This jack-in-the-box shouldn't come as no surprise here
You **** rent to own, street cred gets denied here
Section 8 livin', we treat it like a timeshare
Mother, auntie, cousin, couldn't tell you who reside there
But never seen a father that was government devised here
Conquer and divide here, crash and collide here
When kings can't raise a young prince, the doves cry here
Candy lady right there, zombieland right there
Them 'partments be the perfect backdrop for any nightmare
Written by: Destin Route, Frank Parra, Gene Thornton, Mario Dragoi, Mario Luciano, Terrence Thornton

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