Crack Sandwich Lyrics
[Intro: JID]
Gotta bring it to you [?] cowards
And it's gonna be sicker than all the niggas–
Yeah, uh, look
[Verse 1]
You can tell a nigga like me ain't never had shit
R.I.P., I miss my dawgs like Mike Vic
Zombies in that midnight fog, them bars sic 'em
Gon' fall victim to a gun brawl started over some bitches, huh
Niggas trippin', they takin' whatever's given
The irony when a nigga's starvin', gotta grip the biscuit
Jump the fence, empty all the dishes out ya kitchen
If you witness it, then click, click, click, and they spill the grits
Feel the kick, f*ck a fair catch, kill 'em, who tryna take the hit?
First take go to first base, Stephen A. Smith Wess'
On the hill, talkin' shit like Skip
Or Shannon, sharp-shootin' off the top of the cliff
And if I gotta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be sick
Put in my ten thousand hours while the clock still ticks
Zone 6, five fingers with the "Suck my dick"
Me and Izzy was slap-boxin', nigga bust my lip
Start fightin', lil' brother on some tough guy shit
But if you ever did me wrong, he on some "What's right?" shit
Bust a left, feel the pressure like the bus pipe drip
Blood red rum sippin', they ain't cut like this
[Chorus]
Mama said, "When you fall down, stand up, get a bandage"
"I ain't got cheeseburger money, make a sandwich"
"Why you bein' bad? See ya dad, get your ass whipped"
Seven crackhead bad kids in a caravan, yeah
[Interlude]
Somebody involved in stealin', it's on, it wasn't
It's gon' be so bad, yeah
When the girl went off on Precious
The girl went off on Precious
The girl went off on Precious and Rosen went in
No, Rosen said, "Oh, for real, I'll see you when you get outside
Exactly, exactly
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That's okay, my fault, my fault, my fault
For real? No, no, no, no, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, hold on, hol—
Look, check, look
[Verse 2]
You can tell a nigga like me ain't met a nigga like me
Metaphysical things seen in dreams, what you believe?
You bleed, I bleed and draw blood
I'm a f*ckin' artiste, Artest with the gun
I can give my world peace, give your world ether
Big dick or grief, I can give your girl either
She could be the, could be the collapse of a kingdom
But king's gotta peep the seat, word to Caesar
Remind me to keep receipts, y'all shit weak
And I'm sorry that your bullshit leaked
See the volumes, it speaks to your broke speakers
Niggas breakin' they back tryna promote some shit that ain't even dope
They ask for my coat when I walk in the door
God flow, I don't walk on the floor
God knows y'all hoes, y'all shows ain't pack in the door
Crack in the floor, I don't even know if niggas rappin' no more, come on
[Bridge]
'Round in my city (Okay), I am my shooter
Mindin' my business, I am not you
'Round in my city, I am my shooter
Mindin' my business, I am not you
'Round in my city, I am my shooter
Mindin' my business, I am not you
'Round in my city (Uh), I am my shooter (Look)
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