[Part I]
[Verse 1: J.I.D]
I know y'all thought it would be a minute before I got back at you
Para Tu's a classic, and I knew that
But y'all got me confused with the new cats
And the third member of that group with the other two cool cats
And that's cool, 'cause I knew that
But who thought I was coming with them cool raps
You should be boom-bapped in two slaps
I just light the flame, I'm J.I.D, I'm a new match
Wild and untamed, and I do the same to your boo, snatch
I'm in it like I'm Smith, Emmitt
Lil' Venice need money
I'm Trumping out the apprentice
Tell the judge, "Fuck a life sentence"
If I die, my casket should have a mic in it
Doing my drugs like I'm Hendrix
I'm Jimi, grabbing my Jimmy
Who am I offending
Fuck a prosecutor, judge, come yell the defendant
Whole court fucked up so I ain't fuckin' with it
So fuck it, I'm spilling like what's good pimpin'
Heard niggas throwing shots, I'll flick it
That's a big bill for a midget
But to a big deal, that shit smaller than a chicklet
Back to the digits, I ain't got enough time to sit and wait
I got too much on my plate, too much to say
So that Para Tu 2's on the way
My partner came with the pair of new-news in the J
Maybe six or like seven, I don't know, it was an eighth
And some Hen with the chaser, but that was for the ladies
Now what the fuck I'm saying, I'm a fuckin' lightweight
Takin' shots like, "Wait, wait, wait"
I'm good now, then I take a 40 to the face
You singin' 40s to next like Reed Dollaz
Him pop on them rappers like Matt Hoffman
No problem, I done shot him, got a shotta, next they like
Guadalajara, Guatemala, Idaho, I don't know
Just somewhere to get me away if the feds on my chase
'Cause I sprayed it
I pray it never happen, But if occasion turn to fate
I'm punching niggas in the face, straight up
So follow the fuckin' leader, I'm kickin' my fuckin' feet up
Lookin' for competition outside of E-G, Mereba
And you see who on the feature
Then you featured in the bleachers
And I'm still fuckin' teachin'
And I'm still waitin' on that shit from Money Makin' Nique
He told you niggas you shouldn't sleep, I agree so
Every fuckin' rapper or record, I'ma eat, no feast
You niggas can join me so that's word to the Lion King
I'm on to some giant tings
I'm slaying Goliath, David, Goliath, them giant tings
Consultin' with Mayans, them niggas high in they lion things
This J.I.D, baby, and the "I" is for "I" in team
Spillage Village, killin'
[Verse 1: J.I.D]
I know y'all thought it would be a minute before I got back at you
Para Tu's a classic, and I knew that
But y'all got me confused with the new cats
And the third member of that group with the other two cool cats
And that's cool, 'cause I knew that
But who thought I was coming with them cool raps
You should be boom-bapped in two slaps
I just light the flame, I'm J.I.D, I'm a new match
Wild and untamed, and I do the same to your boo, snatch
I'm in it like I'm Smith, Emmitt
Lil' Venice need money
I'm Trumping out the apprentice
Tell the judge, "Fuck a life sentence"
If I die, my casket should have a mic in it
Doing my drugs like I'm Hendrix
I'm Jimi, grabbing my Jimmy
Who am I offending
Fuck a prosecutor, judge, come yell the defendant
Whole court fucked up so I ain't fuckin' with it
So fuck it, I'm spilling like what's good pimpin'
Heard niggas throwing shots, I'll flick it
That's a big bill for a midget
But to a big deal, that shit smaller than a chicklet
Back to the digits, I ain't got enough time to sit and wait
I got too much on my plate, too much to say
So that Para Tu 2's on the way
My partner came with the pair of new-news in the J
Maybe six or like seven, I don't know, it was an eighth
And some Hen with the chaser, but that was for the ladies
Now what the fuck I'm saying, I'm a fuckin' lightweight
Takin' shots like, "Wait, wait, wait"
I'm good now, then I take a 40 to the face
You singin' 40s to next like Reed Dollaz
Him pop on them rappers like Matt Hoffman
No problem, I done shot him, got a shotta, next they like
Guadalajara, Guatemala, Idaho, I don't know
Just somewhere to get me away if the feds on my chase
'Cause I sprayed it
I pray it never happen, But if occasion turn to fate
I'm punching niggas in the face, straight up
So follow the fuckin' leader, I'm kickin' my fuckin' feet up
Lookin' for competition outside of E-G, Mereba
And you see who on the feature
Then you featured in the bleachers
And I'm still fuckin' teachin'
And I'm still waitin' on that shit from Money Makin' Nique
He told you niggas you shouldn't sleep, I agree so
Every fuckin' rapper or record, I'ma eat, no feast
You niggas can join me so that's word to the Lion King
I'm on to some giant tings
I'm slaying Goliath, David, Goliath, them giant tings
Consultin' with Mayans, them niggas high in they lion things
This J.I.D, baby, and the "I" is for "I" in team
Spillage Village, killin'
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