[Intro]
"You gotta work for greatness, man, you gotta work
You gotta work hard just to be good
Fuck being great, so imagine greatness, we gon' be great."
[Intro: Johnny Venus]
I told that bitch to get with me cause I'll be 21 forever
Skippin' cross the globe, baby girl, what the fuck is bad weather?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
He jumped up out the hood, what, you thought he ain't wan' go?
I told the motherland I'll be back, you ain't know?
[Verse 1: J.I.D]
Skate, open the drapes
Silhouette, not a face approaches
With a plate full of crepes, grapes with the blunt to chase
Teeth paste, lay waste, lay pipe
Say grace, regular George would say that's dynamite
JJ damn kids, Bebe, damn J.I.D
Ate the whole state, put the straw in the great lakes
Fuck these steaks, tryna get overseas
Talking shit over trees, bumping Maurice king's treason
Thieves in the night if you readin' it right
We breed kings and knights, I'm still peepin' the sights, huh
Flabbergasted over the lights
Seen these niggas swagger jackin' over the night
That old shit you keep, but this time won't be nice
You hit me one time, second time gon' be like
The worst death since Michael, shots say Columbine
Shoppin' at boutiques in Niece, I gotta find
The dopest unique that speaks what's on my mind
Feelin' like I left my cleats, I gotta climb in 'em blind
Please show me how to get to, or maybe where to find, oh gladly
My London gal call me her American daddy
Reflex, no gaggy
She fuck with the mind, the tattoos and the swaggy
I gladly give her the whole bone like Lassie
But if she fuck another fella, she dead like Old Yeller
She deader than Helen Keller
I kill her, I really kill her
I'm chillin', I'm really feelin' myself and I'm really spillin'
I'm spillin' the whole cup, tell me, have you rolled up?
J.I.D got the alligator grip on your whole butt
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
No, bruh, I'm ready to get this money
I need more with these White girls who snort lines like they don't need noses
Spill' Ville billboard's posters
Need notice, notification of bosses
Like Meyer Lansky, you fancy pants fans can't stand me
J-I-D, baby, and the I's for eye candy
Y'all don't understand me
This is for my niggas who say "Fuck understanding"
Standing under rain with my toes in the sand
Lightning playin', this shit sound like Coltrane
You gotta snatch this mic from my cold dead hands
And probably still have to fight the old dead man
"You gotta work for greatness, man, you gotta work
You gotta work hard just to be good
Fuck being great, so imagine greatness, we gon' be great."
[Intro: Johnny Venus]
I told that bitch to get with me cause I'll be 21 forever
Skippin' cross the globe, baby girl, what the fuck is bad weather?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
He jumped up out the hood, what, you thought he ain't wan' go?
I told the motherland I'll be back, you ain't know?
[Verse 1: J.I.D]
Skate, open the drapes
Silhouette, not a face approaches
With a plate full of crepes, grapes with the blunt to chase
Teeth paste, lay waste, lay pipe
Say grace, regular George would say that's dynamite
JJ damn kids, Bebe, damn J.I.D
Ate the whole state, put the straw in the great lakes
Fuck these steaks, tryna get overseas
Talking shit over trees, bumping Maurice king's treason
Thieves in the night if you readin' it right
We breed kings and knights, I'm still peepin' the sights, huh
Flabbergasted over the lights
Seen these niggas swagger jackin' over the night
That old shit you keep, but this time won't be nice
You hit me one time, second time gon' be like
The worst death since Michael, shots say Columbine
Shoppin' at boutiques in Niece, I gotta find
The dopest unique that speaks what's on my mind
Feelin' like I left my cleats, I gotta climb in 'em blind
Please show me how to get to, or maybe where to find, oh gladly
My London gal call me her American daddy
Reflex, no gaggy
She fuck with the mind, the tattoos and the swaggy
I gladly give her the whole bone like Lassie
But if she fuck another fella, she dead like Old Yeller
She deader than Helen Keller
I kill her, I really kill her
I'm chillin', I'm really feelin' myself and I'm really spillin'
I'm spillin' the whole cup, tell me, have you rolled up?
J.I.D got the alligator grip on your whole butt
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
Let me, let me hold up
No, bruh, I'm ready to get this money
I need more with these White girls who snort lines like they don't need noses
Spill' Ville billboard's posters
Need notice, notification of bosses
Like Meyer Lansky, you fancy pants fans can't stand me
J-I-D, baby, and the I's for eye candy
Y'all don't understand me
This is for my niggas who say "Fuck understanding"
Standing under rain with my toes in the sand
Lightning playin', this shit sound like Coltrane
You gotta snatch this mic from my cold dead hands
And probably still have to fight the old dead man
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