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[Part I]

[Intro: Aretha Franklin]
I know I can’t afford to stop for a moment
That it’s too early, for—

[Chorus: JID]
Push the fuckin’ bundle off the porch or break a pound
Get the scrap if it happens to blow it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town
I put rap on my back and I’m black and I rip crowns

[Verse 1: JID]
Came back like a nigga selling crack in pounds
Got a bag now but it ain’t nothing to brag about
Gun blast in the background, I’m a black man with sleuths
Mac 10 make love noises, to a bad bitch, she from uptown, I’m from the south, not a loudmouth, we can fuck (Woah, shit, woah)
Put the music on, baby, cut it (Woah, shit, woah)
Hit a doobie while you unmistakably make me feel like I’m bustin’ now (Woah, woah, shit, woah)
I feel like a bust when I shine, blind niggas up now (Woah, shit, woah, shit)
In the cut, big black truck, trashed pack, you can pick it up now, nigga, shit, okay (Ayy)

[Chorus: JID]
Push the fuckin’ bundle off the porch or break a pound
Get the scrap if it happens to blow it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town
I put rap on my back and I’m black and I rip crowns

[Sample: Aretha Franklin]
I know I can’t afford to stop for a moment
That it’s too early, for—

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Me and my money emotionally attached
I can hold on if you get too close to me
I’m on top where I’m supposed to be
I jumped in the game, niggas act like they coaching me
Four hundred racks ain’t shit but a show to me
I’m on the road and I bet you’re with me
When I’m in traffic, it’s always a pole with me
Pillsbury man, I keep the dough with me
Hit from the back, she give me slurp and I don’t even drop my pants
Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it’s still a man down
Get down, hands up, nigga make a move, get shot down
Giving smoke so long they don’t even wanna talk, it just ran out
No locked doors, I serve with a chop
Bitch got spent, she been hanging out with an opp
We call him Mickey, he talks to the cops
I was on panda, drink in the sock
Back in the day, I invest in the block
Fast forward, now I’m investing in stocks
I put a drum on the Heckler and Koch
Don’t play cause I’m very invested in shots

[Chorus: JID]
Push the fuckin’ bundle off the porch or break a pound
Get the scrap if it happens to blow it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town
I put rap on my back and I’m black and I rip crowns

[Bridge: Baby Tate]
Pu-Pu-Pussy cat in his face because he stays away from the Cheshire Bridge
And I took it the wrong way, now he says he’s shaking and he’s shivering
Like its taste and he hasn’t eaten it in a minute
They call me Yung Baby, but I still get a hell of a thrill—

[Part II]

[Intro: JID]
Talk shit, run that fuckin’ crown, bitch
You fucking bitch
Uh, shit (Hehehaha)

[Verse 3: JID]
Sorry in advance for my brothers
They gon’ boo a nigga ass, what you whipping? (Wow)
JID in the back, if you’re looking for that dope
Niggas got it in the bag ’cause we trap on the low
And I’m the shit with the flow
Play a joke on me, I heard the nigga tell you next? No no no
I’m the best, tell them bitches stop the fuckin’ press

Hit stop, fuck a top five list
Give ’em a vest, it’s getting lopsided
Fuck the cops, we were running from the Rottweilers
Most of my partners don’t have a poppa, just a pop condom
Couple children with Alzheimer’s, forty on his side
Boy you Mike Alstott, he on the violent block
Robbin’ niggas in the hood and then swap genres
Green light, line up a nigga, stop signing it
Keep driving, you won’t find it
I’m a, I’m a, I’m an anomaly, I became a rapper ironically
And ran the bag, back up, niggas on me
Niggas should honor me
If you think I’m a wannabe that’s kinda funny
I’m melancholic and cool, so I move calmly
My truths carry the speed
Same band since OshPosh B’gosh pussy clart
Treat rap like I push rock
On the fire with the Pyrex pot

The door stays locked, it doesn’t say knock
We on they block, we own they block
It’s monopoly games, we stole their properties
Speak softly and walk on the moon
The same little pond of little niggas but a pool shark
I aim, big stick, hit, chalk white balls
Bang that shit

[Outro]
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
hahahaha

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