[Intro: JID]
Uh, tryna find a way to like, not overstep
But, it's really just me, um
It's somethin', I gotta, whatever
Uh, look
[Verse 1: JID and Rayvn Lenae]
Pardon me, but a part of me looking for more
Givin' my heart, my art, my artery, what do you want? More
Minority boy black, lookin' for joy
They snatch it, lookin' back, part I paint it for
But I'm tapped, I lap tap water and tap dance
And tabernacles before the Lord, the pattern is null and void
Not gon' avoid the words that come with the voice
Inside of my head, I'm sick of the noise (Oh)
So be a bigger nigga, put your finger on the trigger
As you're lookin' at the mirror, mirror, mirror on the wall
And let that bitch rip 'til your backbonе slip
And know the cracks don't give no black fuck 'bout y'all (Four, four)
Just your ass, your hips, your lips, my dick tip, my black balls
Dribblin' and dippin' em in your jaw
Scribblin' word rhymеs, the crowd givin' applause
But in my spirit, I feel it that they don't hear me at all (Ball)
Nigga, my nigga, look at the bigger picture, we flawed, okay, cool
You pickin' up figures, nigga, we proud, you paid dues
But now you gotta do what you can and can't abuse your power
Let's come up with a plan and we pursue and devour
But don't get shit fucked up
I be in the forefront with the .45, don't front
Back then, right now, last week, next month
Backseat, shotgun, don't know,got one
Uh, tryna find a way to like, not overstep
But, it's really just me, um
It's somethin', I gotta, whatever
Uh, look
[Verse 1: JID and Rayvn Lenae]
Pardon me, but a part of me looking for more
Givin' my heart, my art, my artery, what do you want? More
Minority boy black, lookin' for joy
They snatch it, lookin' back, part I paint it for
But I'm tapped, I lap tap water and tap dance
And tabernacles before the Lord, the pattern is null and void
Not gon' avoid the words that come with the voice
Inside of my head, I'm sick of the noise (Oh)
So be a bigger nigga, put your finger on the trigger
As you're lookin' at the mirror, mirror, mirror on the wall
And let that bitch rip 'til your backbonе slip
And know the cracks don't give no black fuck 'bout y'all (Four, four)
Just your ass, your hips, your lips, my dick tip, my black balls
Dribblin' and dippin' em in your jaw
Scribblin' word rhymеs, the crowd givin' applause
But in my spirit, I feel it that they don't hear me at all (Ball)
Nigga, my nigga, look at the bigger picture, we flawed, okay, cool
You pickin' up figures, nigga, we proud, you paid dues
But now you gotta do what you can and can't abuse your power
Let's come up with a plan and we pursue and devour
But don't get shit fucked up
I be in the forefront with the .45, don't front
Back then, right now, last week, next month
Backseat, shotgun, don't know,got one
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