XXL Freshman 2018 - J.I.D Freestyle Lyrics
Fuck what a nigga say because my mama think I made it
Lift my head to the skies, I try to begin prayer
Thanks to the maker, got me out of an awful place
My nigga gone for 17 years like a cicada
More than a motivator, immortal and innovative
Endorsin` with pectoral fins
Swimming through the waves and cause a habeas corpus
I`m orbitin` through my days, I`m fortunate
I ain`t come in this bitch to be fuckin` famous
I just hope when you hear me that you hold me in high regards
Not as high as your God
Maybe the stars moving a couple mountains ajar
Ajayi, a juke move fitted up the side line, then a pylon
Biddy-bye-bye, dickdid-dickdie now
We don`t let bygones be bygones
We buy guns and squeeze like a python until the night come
The bear to right, uhm, the right to bear arms so we could fight
I get my shine on, Belt of Orion, cut on the lights
And when I die just take me to Zion and kill me twice
It`s like my second life, my second-second line
I put this noose around my neck just to accessorize
Ridin` in this coupe terrified
12 try and petrify a nigga with petty crimes
"How you feel about me don`t matters like black lives
Nothin` even matters, dog," I heard that when I was five
That`s around the same time my big brother had shown me his.9 and let me hold it
Literally what I call a 9 to 5
Ten times out of nine, I prolly wouldn`t survive
But sun do what my gun do, rise
Guns drew, this the last hoorah
Takin` lives `fore you dudes take mine
Take your time, these things take time, tickin`, tickin`
Typical flow to keep you niggas on the tip of your toes
Lo and behold, make your temple explode
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Give and go, pick and roll
Never listen to the rigmarole
This rigor mortis make your temperature cold
Woah, woah, I don`t troll, bro, I been in my mode
I`m a full schizo with a duel Pistol, that`s a cool visual
That pocket missle pop a pimple, hit him, he bent over
Give me the tempo, bika-bow, bika-bow-da-boom
It`s a elephant and cow in the room
I`m the pride, bruh, how ya doin`?
You better bounce `fore I make a move
Don`t got the juice like you say you do
I`m finna be like a saber-tooth
Wreck a roof, any booth, anybody get it too, you ain`t invisible
Shootin` at us, metaphysical, put `em in critical, critical, uh
Finna get `em, finishin` `em, benefit `em, then I`m finished with `em
