Look, look

J-I-D back in the city wit′ it

Jiddy done been all across the globeThey say "JID a scribbler, he silly wit' it"

"When he spit and I hope he don′t sell his soul"

"He should be good man, he signed to Cole"

"He from the hood nigga down the road"

"He was just juugin' right by the sto'"

Then they saw the patrol, it was time to roll

Saw the patrol, it was time to ride, motor running on Memorial Drive

Got a country cousin cruisin′ wit′ the blammer in

Savannah at the Florida-Georgia line

Got a couple family members in Atlanta

Not Atlanta we let Omeretta decide

They just gon' let that Beretta fly

′Cause you niggas buggin', spray pesticides

It′s me and the bros, it's no extra guys

And they movin′ weight, it's no exercise

We can pick a day to come stretch you out

Only showing muscle when it's flexing time

You can see the hustle, you can recognize

Overcame struggle when the devil tried

Let me bare it all when I′m telling God

You know I′ma rant when I talk to Jah

Niggas say that I can't, damn lie

Ain′t dappin' no hand, sanitize

I′m gon' slide on your man, landslide

There′s a 9 in my pants, hand cock

You gon' try to recant, you can't now

I could step on a ant, ant pile

I′ma shoot at the ground, dance now, dan-, dan-, dan-

Oh what a handsome gift, to live in a land of sin (yeah, uh)

Runnin′ with bands and bricks, and my lil' nasty chick (uh, yeah)

That′s what I asked of him, told me he'd grant my wish (yeah)

You dance with the devil, you never dance again

Dance now, dan-, dan-, dan-, dance now

Dan-, dan-, dan-, dance now

Dan-, dan-, dan-, dance now (I′m not a)

Dan-, dan-, dan- (I'm not a, uh)

I′m not a two-steppin' man, I said I do not dance

It's a gun inside my pants, and the whole world′s in his hands (dance)

It depends, penny for your sins (for your sins)

Shootin′ up the block can't stop revenge (oh)

Nappy dreadlocks like a Rastaman (Rastaman)

Where the story ends and the plot begins (uh, look)

Momma said the Messiah′s in moccasins

Tryna save the kids in them apartments and

Show a way to live with other options

Opulence, decadence, black excellence and lots of it

I could cop the newest Bimmer, Bentley, or Balenciagas

I could pay for this little nigga's scholarship

I ain′t caught up in rap nigga politics

Play with me and you're playing yourself

Playing with death, say him a prayer

Kathy and Karl got a K on the shelf

I′m in DeKalb County open-carryin', caterin' chef

Cookin′ up another plate of the best

Me and Christo got it poppin′ like its Crisco

Fried chicken I'm lickin′ her thighs, then I put my face in her breast

I took a drive, my plug on the west side of Atlanta

He known to finesse guys, wit' a hammer on Campbellton

Headshots on the camera, knock out a dreadlock

That′s a felony charge, he caught a F

Niggas corner the A and get X'd out (X)

But I only been here ′cause I'm tryna help

Only one you can help is yourself now

Niggas say that I can't, damn lie

Ain′t dappin′ no hand, sanitize

I'm gon slide on your man, landslide

There′s a 9 in my pants, hand cock

You gon' try to recant, you can′t now

I could step on a ant, ant pile

I'ma shoot at the ground, dance now, dan-, dan-, dan-

Oh what a handsome gift, to live in a land of sin

Runnin′ with bands and bricks, and my lil' nasty chick

That's what I asked of him, told me he′d grant my wish

You dance with the devil, you never dance again

Dance now, dan-, dan-, dan-, dance now

Dan-, dan-, dan-, dance now

Dan-, dan-, dan-, dance now

Dan-, dan-, dan-

Life is a journey, ya know? Not a destination

Lean not towards the egoistic intonations

Positive vibrations bring real liberation

It′s the will of the heart, the strength of the mind

And the love of the creator that will help us

Rise outta these sadistic situations

And experience the purity that exists in a creation, ya know?