Spillage Village, JID - Yellow Snow Freestyle lyrics
JID [Destin Choice Route] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Spillage Village, JID - Yellow Snow Freestyle lyrics]
Spittin', pissin’ these bars
I’m Robert Kellz in the booth
It's some shit where you talk
I send some shells at ya tooth
If they know who you are, they play it cool
Yeah it's cool they don’t know who you are
Then I don’t know, i don’t know
See my lil’ niggas got lil’ niggas
So I’m a grand-nigga
Stand with the same ones I
Was playing in sand with
90 cent cheeseburger
Take half of the sandwich
Make plans, gotta expand, plans expansion
Reporting live from that place
Between sleep and awake
Recording rhymes, catch a vibe
Until the simplest state, of mind
I shine bright, blind? my sight fine
Write my lines
Fight like a nigga twice my size
I’m twice that guy
Enlightened, but I’m light in the ass
But fuck it stuck that, tucked that
Right in the passenger
Wanna be bad, shoot at his cardiovascular
Startin’ a massacre, tryna be masculine
Give it to the game, no Vaseline
Swervin’ in your lane, no accident
And I’m with the shit, no laxative
Then I hit the gas, nigga puff, puff
Pass to a pacifist
Middle finger fuck your magistrate
I’m your Majesty, ancestery
Traveled the Middle Passage
So I put on for my daddy’s, daddy, daddy
Daddy and have my foot on they neck
Until I’m in the paddy wagon
Young shaggy, swaggy laddy, had he came
From the fame and the change
Would he be happy? Or did them broke days
Sustain some rare habit's
That in turn invoked a change
You can stare at it
I’m taking a stab at it, charismatically
Satisfactory spittin’
Pissin’ these bars
I’m Robert Kellz in the booth
It's some shit where you talk
I send some shells at ya tooth
If they know who you are, they play it cool
Yeah it's cool they don’t know who you are
Then I don’t know, i don’t know
I’m Robert Kellz in the booth
It's some shit where you talk
I send some shells at ya tooth
If they know who you are, they play it cool
Yeah it's cool they don’t know who you are
Then I don’t know, i don’t know
See my lil’ niggas got lil’ niggas
So I’m a grand-nigga
Stand with the same ones I
Was playing in sand with
90 cent cheeseburger
Take half of the sandwich
Make plans, gotta expand, plans expansion
Reporting live from that place
Between sleep and awake
Recording rhymes, catch a vibe
Until the simplest state, of mind
I shine bright, blind? my sight fine
Write my lines
Fight like a nigga twice my size
I’m twice that guy
Enlightened, but I’m light in the ass
But fuck it stuck that, tucked that
Right in the passenger
Wanna be bad, shoot at his cardiovascular
Startin’ a massacre, tryna be masculine
Give it to the game, no Vaseline
Swervin’ in your lane, no accident
And I’m with the shit, no laxative
Then I hit the gas, nigga puff, puff
Pass to a pacifist
Middle finger fuck your magistrate
I’m your Majesty, ancestery
Traveled the Middle Passage
So I put on for my daddy’s, daddy, daddy
Daddy and have my foot on they neck
Until I’m in the paddy wagon
Young shaggy, swaggy laddy, had he came
From the fame and the change
Would he be happy? Or did them broke days
Sustain some rare habit's
That in turn invoked a change
You can stare at it
I’m taking a stab at it, charismatically
Satisfactory spittin’
Pissin’ these bars
I’m Robert Kellz in the booth
It's some shit where you talk
I send some shells at ya tooth
If they know who you are, they play it cool
Yeah it's cool they don’t know who you are
Then I don’t know, i don’t know