Liverpool

[Intro]

"You gotta work for greatness, man, you gotta work

You gotta work hard just to be good

Fuck being great, so imagine greatness, we gon' be great."

[Intro: Johnny Venus]

I told that bitch to get with me cause I'll be 21 forever

Skippin' cross the globe, baby girl, what the fuck is bad weather?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

He jumped up out the hood, what, you thought he ain't wan' go?

I told the motherland I'll be back, you ain't know?

[Verse 1: J.I.D]

Skate, open the drapes

Silhouette, not a face approaches

With a plate full of crepes, grapes with the blunt to chase

Teeth paste, lay waste, lay pipe

Say grace, regular George would say that's dynamite

JJ damn kids, Bebe, damn J.I.D

Ate the whole state, put the straw in the great lakes

Fuck these steaks, tryna get overseas

Talking shit over trees, bumping Maurice king's treason

Thieves in the night if you readin' it right

We breed kings and knights, I'm still peepin' the sights, huh

Flabbergasted over the lights

Seen these niggas swagger jackin' over the night

That old shit you keep, but this time won't be nice

You hit me one time, second time gon' be like

The worst death since Michael, shots say Columbine

Shoppin' at boutiques in Niece, I gotta find

The dopest unique that speaks what's on my mind

Feelin' like I left my cleats, I gotta climb in 'em blind

Please show me how to get to, or maybe where to find, oh gladly

My London gal call me her American daddy

Reflex, no gaggy

She fuck with the mind, the tattoos and the swaggy

I gladly give her the whole bone like Lassie

But if she fuck another fella, she dead like Old Yeller

She deader than Helen Keller

I kill her, I really kill her

I'm chillin', I'm really feelin' myself and I'm really spillin'

I'm spillin' the whole cup, tell me, have you rolled up?

J.I.D got the alligator grip on your whole butt

Let me, let me hold up

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No, bruh, I'm ready to get this money

I need more with these White girls who snort lines like they don't need noses

Spill' Ville billboard's posters

Need notice, notification of bosses

Like Meyer Lansky, you fancy pants fans can't stand me

J-I-D, baby, and the I's for eye candy

Y'all don't understand me

This is for my niggas who say "Fuck understanding"

Standing under rain with my toes in the sand

Lightning playin', this shit sound like Coltrane

You gotta snatch this mic from my cold dead hands

And probably still have to fight the old dead man

[Verse 2: Johnny Venus]

I told that bitch to get with me cause I'll be 21 forever

Skippin' cross the globe, baby girl, what the fuck is bad weather?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

He jumped up out the hood, what, you thought he ain't wan' go?

I told the motherland I'll be back, you ain't know?

Now usually I don't do this

Usually, I be tucked off in the corner looking foolish

Have everybody saying "Man, who, who, who, who this?"

Tryna' stick to myself like some praying hands

Or some crashed aliens

And I dance it like Zendaya dance

Woo, holy ghost don' got me shiverin'

Tilted with the top with just a little off his rocker

He tryna paint his life, his future brighter than his father's

Crazy, how could they start him?

JFK with the pardon

Listen, I play it often, it whistles on through the dark

See, we be def starring your clan, missing the mark

I be waiting on ya early like I'm 'posed to play the organ

[Verse 3: Doctur Dot]

Cleaner than a rubber duck, what the fuck?

Mommy suck, daddy yelled "Please, oh, please! Please, oh please!"

So we can find it, and it's hard to stay with us

We just bleed, we just bleed out the eyeball radius

The crimson tears of growing up

I'm super lifted off that Eucalyptus

Watching all my foolish visions come into fruition

While you losin' business, you stupid nigga

Them copy-cat maneuvers ain’t conducive to your movement, nigga

Eating cooch for dinner while she do the dishes

Direct a choir in my sex attire

Look at your neighbor, tell your neighbor "Pull her dress up higher"

Just like Elijah when I profit, ain't no bush on fire

Still ain't believing what he's leaving [?]

Is he a 5 percenter? Kinda hard to Identify when he’s high, spittin' and his eyes flicker

Then the sky opened up and that lightning hit him

I'm like "Damn, I might actually sound alright on this one"

We camping realer than a jungle in the night on this one

And I’m just chillin', imagine me off of my prescriptions

Bring your camera, your brain might deny your business

Said bring your camera, your brain might deny your visions

Spillage Village! I have no life

[Outro: J.I.D]

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