BEAU

[Intro] Hip-hop (Hip-hop, hip-hop) Yeah (Yeah) Niggas not gettin' money Uh, look [Verse 1] I gave them niggas two summers to get their shit right On the surface, I was cool, but it killed me on the inside As my pen glide across the page, it reminded of the days Before guns, we ran fades and had fist-fights I never been afraid of anybody. Get a brick and hit a big guy But it's not Friday; niggas slidin' after midnight Playin' cops and robbers, stagin' robberies excited me Until that grip of life held on me tighter than a pit fight [Chorus] (Uh, look. Okay) Young black Rambo, ridin' in the Lambo' Gun packed, ammo. Ridin' with the—, yeah Young black Rambo, ridin' in the Lambo' Young black (Rambo), ride with the—, yeah Young black—, ride with the— Young black Rambo, ridin' in the Lambo' (Uh) Gun packed, ammo. Ridin' in the Lambo' (Uh, uh) Young black (Rambo), ridin' with the—, yeah (Look, uh, alright) [Verse 2] Young black nigga got a dumb sack Lil' Jiddy talkin' big shit, that's a contrast I could triple-task, tickle-tickle, make her cum fast Why drive in the whip? Crash, you only have one chance I only got one job (What the fuck is that?) To make your fuckin' head bob And turn the bear knob on the speaker to shake a dreadlock Besides that, I done had this shit inside a headlock Tryna get paid off and make off like Bernie Madoff The vibe that the pie multiply plus divide that R.I.P, my guy, you know we cryin' 'til the sky's black Shades that match on my face, never show my reaction I'm quarterbackin', throwin' dimes, avoid the sackin' I feel the magic, can't imagine what I get for rappin' I come up with that 'bout as quick as a finger snap Off a snap finger, never knew I'd be a rap singer Buyin' weed in the trap, lingering It's just my brothers and me and we not Ringling We just came to get some cheese, heard your pockets jinglin' Jump a nigga, shoot a scene, word to John Singleton Clip as long as Yao Ming, better stop minglin' Now, they know me overseas, out in London, England Drinkin' unresponsibly, couldn't sneak the lean in (But we got the weed in) God willin', I was able, but I'm not The Weeknd A black Rambo in a Lambo' (Uh), I'm gettin' even (Shit, fuck) [Chorus] Uh, look, okay Young black Rambo, ridin' in the Lambo' Gun packed, ammo. Ridin' with the—, yeah Young black Rambo, ridin' in the Lambo' Young black (Rambo), ride with the—, yeah Young black—, ride with the— Young black Rambo, ridin' in the Lambo' Gun packed, ammo. Ridin' in the Lambo' (Look, they done let me in this mo—) Young black (Rambo), ridin' with the—, yeah (Fuck, fuck 'em, look) [Verse 3] They let me in the game, I get a toe in, I kicked the door in I shot the doorman, I shot your folk'nem, I got the dope in (Yeah!) I did my show then I fucked your ho'nem I'm with my bro'nem, my niggas totin' (Chill out) Twin Glock's, a couple Olsen's, I'm gettin' cozy in this bitch Shoes off, dirty clothes in the open None folded, I'm never foldin', I smell the Folgers I'm in the mornin', plottin' with the southern soldiers You never sober, you not a shooter, you Sefolosha A self-illusion (Shit, shit) We accept that there be challenges and we execute it But now, I'm tryna find my balance on this pedestal. Rackin' in the revenue The rage in my head and I see red from out my retinals It's like a bomb, undetectable And, technically, I been the best, but, we ain't bein' technical But time'll be the test to tell, wins, fails, L's, all perceptual, yeah And you don't wanna see JID in the zone You fuck around, find JID in the back of your home With a bookbag, war paint, vests, and some ammo K over the shoulder, two Barretta's, I'm Rambo Kids lend me your ear and remember's a Van Gogh Hop out the van like Van Damme and let the can blow Everyone scramblin' for shelter in shambles The black Rambo, nigga, that's too much damn smoke [Chorus] (Uh, look, okay) Young black Rambo, ridin' in the Lambo' Gun packed, ammo. Ridin' with the—, yeah Young black Rambo, ridin' in the Lambo' Young black (Rambo), ride with the—, yeah Young black, ride with the (Look, and if I ride today, they probably ain't gon' want that) Young black Rambo, ridin' in the Lambo' (And if I die today, they said I wouldn't come back) Gun packed, ammo. Ridin' in the Lambo' (And if I ride today, they probably ain't gon' want that) Young black (Rambo), ridin' with the—, yeah (And if I die today, they said I wouldn't come back)