Part I
[Intro: JID]
Okay, been a long day, put the smoke in my face
Bend it over baby, stroking away
Give me your legs, your ocean, got my face in the pool
Okay, niggas don't play when it come to the pay
Dumping broad day, maybe someone should pray
You been away too long, nothing change in the hood
So you say, rain, rain, come and go today, novocaine
Numb the pain, roll a J, told her throw away, all the homies say, "Okay" ("Okay")
[Verse: JID]
Yeah, uh, alright, I took a little break to light the joint before the show start
I know you can't relate, but if you can, this feel like your start
Same lil niggas scraping up some change just to ask a stranger, cop the swisher wraps (Ayy, say, Unc...)
Or a pack of papers undеrage teenage niggas living without a wage
Wagе wars through the fourth ward
Flipping through the pages full of rage, how they came and snatch the land, and the acres
Did a rebrand sell it back to the people with some paper
I just came back, stateside, 150 days, University Ave
Lil niggas with water cases at my window
Tryna sell a bottle sayin', "Big bro, fuck with me, I ain't out here selling drawers tryna kick doors"
So it seemed he reaped the benefits, coming tenfold
I go to call the high around the corner for your info ("I need this shit, bruh")
Last time a rover, but this time you in the Benzo
I know you got it, I'm tryna get it and be legit, though
It's hard for a nigga, bro
[Intro: JID]
Okay, been a long day, put the smoke in my face
Bend it over baby, stroking away
Give me your legs, your ocean, got my face in the pool
Okay, niggas don't play when it come to the pay
Dumping broad day, maybe someone should pray
You been away too long, nothing change in the hood
So you say, rain, rain, come and go today, novocaine
Numb the pain, roll a J, told her throw away, all the homies say, "Okay" ("Okay")
[Verse: JID]
Yeah, uh, alright, I took a little break to light the joint before the show start
I know you can't relate, but if you can, this feel like your start
Same lil niggas scraping up some change just to ask a stranger, cop the swisher wraps (Ayy, say, Unc...)
Or a pack of papers undеrage teenage niggas living without a wage
Wagе wars through the fourth ward
Flipping through the pages full of rage, how they came and snatch the land, and the acres
Did a rebrand sell it back to the people with some paper
I just came back, stateside, 150 days, University Ave
Lil niggas with water cases at my window
Tryna sell a bottle sayin', "Big bro, fuck with me, I ain't out here selling drawers tryna kick doors"
So it seemed he reaped the benefits, coming tenfold
I go to call the high around the corner for your info ("I need this shit, bruh")
Last time a rover, but this time you in the Benzo
I know you got it, I'm tryna get it and be legit, though
It's hard for a nigga, bro
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