Started with a dream
Dream, a dream, Inception
What happens to a dream deferred, make the connection
They say that hip-hop needed to be resurrected
Well here's my best effort, bitch here comes the resurrection
Resurrected like that, I'mma make this shit boom
Get high jump over the moon nigga gimme some room
I think I'm finna get in the zone listening to tunes
While my nigga stay up floating, fly like a balloon
And the weird pants sagging, appearance of a goon
Then again, they fit, can't just bag 'em when your shit cost a grip
And I can't lose grip just like a fumble or a slip
Tryna be stuck in the game, locksmith, and your girl's a [?]
So wonder where her lipstick been, Maybelline bruise
Number 5 on this dick on some funny shit
I'm tryna make it like really make it
Take a bath in my cash like is he really naked?
But I'm just sayin'
Napoleon complex got a nigga thinkin' like
"Why they can't just treat this lil nigga right?"
Most people try to follow what they see on fucking TV
Superstar assholes as arrogant as can be
But I can't say shit 'cause im just as arrogant as they is, they are
I can't touch the sky by flying under the radar
And when i was a kid I pointed, said I wanted they car
Now they car is my car, they main broad my side broad
I want my feet in every direction like a tripod
You blessed me with all this talent I'm like "why god?"
Shit I think he tryna test me
Nah fuck that, I think he tryna bless me, so keep goin'
Three shots in the game, JID free throwin' yuh, JID free throwin'
And thats my ego, egoin', fly, like an eagle
Still goin' in
Uh, it ain't over yet hold on
Yeah, Alright
Yeah, yeah, yeah
No patience, nigga this my operation
Mo' paper and fuck phony allegations, hah
I feel greatness on the horizon, but right now I'm kinda fried writing, feelin' mummified fightin'
And I'm typin', yall niggas can't see my fuck skypin'
I'm wipin' myself down come fight me
Got a white bitch, orange hair that's Irish, ever been to Ireland?
Me either but that bitch is a meat-eater
Two seats in the back one in the front a three-seater
I see demons everywhere but I smoke reefa
Calm my mind how you doin' JID I'm fine on my grind
Big mind, no crime
Real ting, no lyin'
And I'll take your shit like a pirate
Pirus red shit
Diss track dead shit
And I want cheese on everything, money talk
DJ, uh, moneywalk
And I'm all 'bout dough, so that's all I know
And my money gon' reach heights even if I don't grow, no mo'
So so I blow dope like hammer on the camera
I swear I'm the green and brown stuffin' that [?], while my chick get pampered
You live inside of the box, you're such a hamster
JID, and my speakers never go hammer hammer, bammer bammer
I am straight from the east side of Atlanta, throw them E's up
The A, zone 6, I am on shit
Fuck yall niggas yall on dick, fucking faggots
Ate like fucking maggots
I'm attractive, fucking magnet
Understand me, I over-stand it
Get my fucking overstanding
J-I-D
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