Testo 29 - JID
Testo della canzone 29 (JID), tratta dall'album 29 (Freestyle)
Whoa, ugh, ah, man, shit's stupid
Fuck, man, trudgin', ugh
(Christo)
Trudgin' through the mud, you gotta pay me back in blood
Tap heads, call subs if you tired, bruh
Liable to wild if they don't give me mine
Semi nine, fit me fine, hit a nigga fifty, five, five, ha, times
Hard times still ahead and behind, don't whine though
I ride or die, or I'll die while releasin' the Rondo
I'm qualified, I've never made a dollar off of Spotify
Shit, nah, I'm lyin', pro'ly five
She say my willy really shine, Jiddie Cauley-Stein
Kamikaze cool, killin' mood
You will not survive, who will I include?
Every girl got a so-called thug, go and get in the line
'Cause when I touch lines, it's suicide
It's 'bout time for nigga to up the shade
Then shine through all blinds
When all stars align, the light wave wasted my time
Switchin' gears to grind, came to grips with grabbin' nines
In the midst of wind whispers, where you been?
It's been a mighty long time
Long time, Leanius, legacy, legend in his primetime
Like Deion, HBC, you caught your own kind
Blindside, I look out for yours, you look out for mine
Like you Michael Oher or them crackers, Michael Myers at my door
Mighty fine (whore), read my horoscope and said my sign
What's your rock and what's your moon? Saw her moon was from behind
Shake it like it's for the 2000 and 1999
Back that thing up like Juvenile, rhyme line for line (rhyme line for line)
Gold and diamonds shine, never sign my soul
For those I told, my bro in the ride with rope
Before I glow, it glue, it cost, they inside the stove
It's hot, my nose overflow with snot
You didn't know the nigga, told me I be totin' the rock
Gettin' older, nigga, tell me I be totin' the Glock
Gettin' older, nigga, die gettin' thrown in a box
Before they told me, ni-ni-ni-ni
I had to show these ni-ni-ni-ni
Workin' like Kobe-be-be-be-be
Look at my Rollie-lie-lie-lie-lie
Nigga on flash, ho', nigga on bodie
Nigga on od-d-d-d-d
Nigga don't know me-me-me-me-me
Nigga don't know me-me-me-me-me
But I'ma gon' show these n-
I'ma show these nigga, I'ma show these nigga
When the police kick in the door
You and daddy on the dope fiend, but he still smoked
They pull up in the Rover, feet on top
When they see it like a motherf-, you feel what I'm sayin'?
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Writer(s): Destin Route
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