JID - LAUDER lyrics

JID [Destin Choice Route] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S.

[JID - LAUDER lyrics]

Yeah

Okay, I told motherfuckers I was
Sick as a bitch the dopest dope you smoke
Gon' get you a whiff
Watch how these niggas flip the script
With the flick of they wrist
Southern lyricists don't exist like my
Flow is a myth

Get my girl angry and pissed and
Give that pussy a kiss
Pushing the same piece of shit until
I get me a Bentley same niggas, same goals
Same dreams and epiphanies
Me and my niggas are same lines as symmetry
Wasn't empathy remember we would front yard
Brawl with big Timothy?
Kicked them doors because we had
A lot of energy my brother was locked up for
Shooting at the enemy
Caught one nigga then caught fifteen
I ain't meet that nigga 'til I was fifteen
Now I'm kicking 16's with a big screen
In attempt to get the big cream
Little guy with a big dream, I need guidance
'Cause if I don't succeed
I probably proceed violence
Sippin' on the brown, no Bobby
I don't fuck with nobody
No team and no posse
You can catch it like Shockey
King of all kings, praise Haile Selassie
Rastafari, I don't need nobody
The God's got me

Okay, I told motherfuckers I was
Sick as a bitch the dopest dope you smoke
Gon' get you a whiff
Watch how these niggas flip the script
With the flick of they wrist
Southern lyricists don't exist like my
Flow is a myth

You ain't used to hustle, bro
Yeah, get that shit how you live
We on a trade for a trade
I do this for you, I do this for you
You know what I mean?
I took the risk, you took the risk
I ain't disrespect it

So part of the reason I be
So hard on my people we never had it easy
Never had a pot to pee in
I be on my knees praying till
My onomatopoeia's packing a coliseum
Ain't no parking, I gotta see JID
Gotta be there for my family, I gotta
Can't try to be
I could be out of my mind, thinking logically
No apologies for speaking how I feel
I silently swore solemnly
That I would be the guy to make
My black people proud of me
Roses to the mothers of
Anybody that doubted me
Yo' chick want dick, bitch dove in the covers
Overseen my areas, surveyed over my brothers
You touch them, you kill me
You can't get close to none of us
They still double-dribble
We going for triple doubles
Triple up on your investment fuckin' with us
Probably have to rock that vest shit
You fuckin' with us
Wait (Nah bro) Huh? (What you talkin' 'bout, homes?)

Okay, I told motherfuckers I was
Sick as a bitch
The dopest dope you smoke gon'
Get you a whiff
Watch how these niggas flip the script
With the flick of they wrist
Southern lyricists don't exist like my
Flow is a myth

Okay but fuck that shit, I gotta get it
I gotta get 'em
Tired of picking these locks
You don't respect my existence
I used to sleep in my car
Never a park or a bench
But damn a nigga was broke
Damnit if I didn't get it
Them niggas was thinking that it was
Just a wrap for the kid
One day they gon' hit my
Phone, hit the show, scream
Clap for the kid let's get it poppin'
They're pulling pistols on Apostle Paul
So pay the piper or meet the sniper
Legend of the fall
I knew in diapers you and I
Was nothing alike at all
I do or die, you do it to die
I'm really making calls
You couldn't kill it and take it out of me
The ideology this the Odyssey, I'm Odysseus
You gotta follow me watch how I maneuver
I influence the influencers
The flow is like a fluent
Influenza going through the motion
So I motivate all of my niggas
They tell me kill 'em with kindness
I'd rather kill 'em and
Their other significants
Writing lyrics in the city with
Pretty booties and titties
Don't get the cooties
It ain't like the movies
It kinda is 'cause they're shooting
Kind of shit is you moving?
Shit I'm pushing
Empower the people life where I grew up
Someone tutored the students, these
Niggas stupidest, stupider, stupid shit
Sick as a bitch, flick of the wrist
My pen cleanse my many sins
The irony the iron can't straighten
Out any wrinkle in existence
Ripple in time triple my eyes
Realistically sick in the mind
Sick in the head?
Wish I was dead, sick on a med, addicted
My lead sick 'em, give 'em, send 'em to hell
Eh

Okay, okay
I told motherfuckers I was sick as a
Okay, I told motherfuckers I bitch

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