Album Cover Ballads (with Conway The Machine)

Ballads (with Conway The Machine)

JID

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Wasn′t used to taking orders, if I'm rude, my apologies

I never been a follower, I′m addicted to the power

So I've studied the remains of the game, I'm an archaeologistMore money, more problems

That′s a tough pill to swallow if you ain′t about that shit that you be talkin'

Three holes in his head, bowling balled him

Who′s brawling, nah

You calling God, but shit, me too, he gotta hear one of us

I can give him a chance to meet you if you wanna

Cool Cat backed in that corner, ooh, I got a boner

Please show me my opponent

You and your homie, he with you, that's a bonus

1-1, 2 shots, that′s Sabonis

Never had squat, tried keeping up with the Joneses

Try wearing off-knocks, niggas popular with Junior

Nigga I been hungry, for a time I was homeless

I honed in my skill, sharp sword swings along for the moment

Atonement in my tone

Ownership is the only shit I've been voyaging

Voices in my head and then I go record it

I′ve been ordered by the Lord

Kill the beat, beat a dead horse

Ill swordsman, sportsmanship

That's horseshit, copious corpses

Outsourcing for resources

You got a gun, we got assortments

They make appointments, joint rolling, join forces

And we rejoice when real niggas lift their voices for the voiceless

Uh, uh, yeah

Aw shit, uh

Aw, fuck man

Uh, yeah

Fuck shit up

Let the machi-, uh (yeah)

Yeah, let the Machine go

Let the, yeah, let that shit up

Stash boxes for the straps in the navigator

Don C alligator

A lot of rappers they just imaginative exaggerators

Box landed, take them packs and put them on the calculator

Weigh it up and stash it bro, I'm coming back to bag it later

That bitch bad, I′ma bag her then go stab her later

Got the pussy free, I didn′t have to pay her

Got the bags so if it come to that, trust me, I have the paper

But I'm just that nigga, I ain′t have to get her drunk or incapacitate her

Yeah, I'm MVP form like Shaq for Lakers

Ain′t no silverware in the trap, fuck it, grab a hanger

Ratchet sprayer, Buffalo got the highest murder rate in New York state

That's a fact, check the stats and data

I was deep in them trenches

Homeless in Atlanta, sleeping on benches

Now bitches see me in this Benz and it′s peakin' they interest

Dawg caught a body, L-I-F-E was the sentence

He gave his life to God, seeking repentance

Yeah