[Intro: JID & Samarchy]
J-J-J-JID
I don't know why
D-D-D-D
I got a mad headache, like
D-D-D-D
Damn
[Verse 1: JID]
D-D-D, d-damn, said I'm back again
To whoop ass, the blicka blast from the ratchet, man
The maddest, blackest lad in a savage land
Of grab and dash and crash in your daddy's van
D-D-D, d-d, bad as the most having-est
Most swaggiest, braggy as never had anythin'
So I'm mackin' as if I never had shit
Eyes movin' backwards, I coulda' hit a backflip, check this
I ain't never hustle for a necklace
Tryna get the fam' straight, get us out of debt, shit
That shit get testy, huh, I feel Dizzy Gillespie
In the room packed, me, Carl, Izzy, and Precious
Out the womb, I was last, I'm the youngest of seven
Birthday same day as the reverend, birthday same day as the devil
Black lock like the pot and the kettle
Wreck shop, a monotonous fellow
Lick a shot for the nigga tryna stop the journey
JID pull up on a opp like, "What's poppin', Kermit?"
Blocka blocka, operate, doctor, surgery
IVs, gurneys, shit bag, gone for eternity, hey
More the merrier, more to come murder me, hey
Close the casket, commonly courtesy, hey
Headshots too personal for a burglary, ooh
Red dots 'cause killers could close curtain me
I done did wrong, someone send me up vertically
Horizontally, read me a passage from Deuteronomy
Anything you can do to conquer the demon inside of me
Any meaning the truth and the Father, the spirit guided me
I can bleed in the booth and leave a tooth as a souvenir
For who was here, and if you hearing it
You know the spirit is imperative, imperative, imperial
Black man pyramid, the peer of men, jackman with the gat
Scratching off the serial, sack man, get the pack
Money in the envelope, pissing down the urinal
Ass man in the strip club, tell her bend it over
Gon' give it to her, she been workin' for it, hey
You gon' make a nigga cop a Birkin for you, hey
You the bomb, look, I got a turban for you, bae
Beat a nigga 'til he color purple for you, babe
I'ma murder for you, bae, 730 for you, ayy
[Chorus: JID & Samarchy]
Swervin', swervin', swervin'
Skrrtin', skrrtin', skrrtin', servin', servin', servin'
Everything I done, it comes full circle
Workin', workin', workin', workin'
I-I-I'm swervin', swervin', swervin'
Skrrtin', skrrtin', skrrtin', servin', servin', servin' (yea-yeah)
Everything I done, it come full circle (yeah)
Workin', workin', workin', workin', workin'
[Verse 2: Samarchy]
Round and round the world, Archy get us turnt
Been awake all night, long days with virgins
Working on the brain when it’s forming a sentence
Without evidence that my pen is burnt
Got 'em blastin' from a cannon, Nick kicking a Drumline
Take no chance 'cause my brother the stakes high
They saying sorry, anybody could be a fake guy
But when they hear me on the song quick flipping bass-line
Verses superb, kick to stomp curb
Know that you's a moron stunting a fake perm
Attention is uncertain, lord help the kiddies
They ain’t been out to the city, yet not to mention
What a, what a, what a time to be happier
Flipping the patties like SpongeBob the carrier
Brain feeling heavy it weigh like a ton
Hear what I say, got 'em rattling like a gunshot
Turn at auto bot, rollout, radio’s to fallout
In the east, never been out in the cold south
There ain’t a safe route there
I should take care, not abysmal, with a new engine, beaming
Like a Banshee at the show they screaming
Hearing these colours i'm seeing, what a feeling
With my team on field trip, Archy Entertainment and Dreamville
The bitches want to gossip like sea shells
The beats sell out like a show in the seats still
Keep bills, I don’t wanna miss out on cheap thrills
But independent 'cause i’m looking forward to peace still
[Chorus: JID & Samarchy]
Swervin', swervin', swervin' (yeah)
Skrrtin', skrrtin', skrrtin', servin', servin', servin'
Everything I done, it comes full circle
Workin', workin', workin', workin'
I-I-I'm swervin', swervin', swervin'
Skrrtin', skrrtin', skrrtin', servin', servin', servin'
Everything I done, it come full circle
Workin', workin', workin', workin', workin'
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