Songwriter: Christo JID

Producer: Christo

[Verse]
I'm with a bunch of stupid niggas, did I stutter?
I don't speak before I think so I means every letter
Lil' rat nigga was hiding in the gutter
Couldn't find where he was at so we fucked up his brother
Someone must suffer for somethin' dumb
This summer the sun bring out buns, the guns ring out funds
The feds, the fuzz, shooting up the fucking club
A bunch a young niggas, shit
So to be or not to be a nigga?
Try to rise above the fuck shit
I don't know cause they could pull up at my door
Talk coals and can't call it dog holes
I don't show hands, Lohan's held
My land see more bands, my prayers answered
Idle time is the place the devil dance at dark-night
Fuck a Batman I'm Gatman but robbin' on sight
For your sack you could get sacrificed
But that's some bad advice
Skrap it tight into your seat and take a trip with J.I.D
Better get yo ass up off yo ass
Told yo ass "It's time to eat!"
Clean the bag and pack the bags, roll the weed
Take a shot cause I can't drink, because I'm driving
Trippin' through my mind
Had some time to think about the time
Blurred vision couldn't see the sign and beneath the lies
And from my youth I've seen the truth will come and demonize
Realize that everybody blind but tryna lead the blind
Eyes on God gathering minds til' we redefine
Reminded refine wood plottin' formaldehyde
Gentrifying my hood, my juug tryna galvanize, good!
My mama got this shit up out the mud
My sister had the baby with the plug
My pops was in the 80's off the drugs with a .38 slug
Maybe yo daddy push the pack and had the strap in yo hood
My family black as fuck and black is love
I've been faded back to black it ain't no good for me
But better than it could be, I'm stupid as fuck
But all my niggas stupider
My shooter could pull out a Ruger for your arugula
Irregular triggering thoughts
Out the blue, red lights on, flickering off
Check the mirror and move! Gun shots just a spiritual tune
On some nights niggas bored they ain't got nothin' to do
No opportunity community centers for after school, you can cool at
Fuck it they goonin', grab a tool my nigga move that
Fuck is you doin' let him cook it on the spoon, now he spoon-fed
Dope fiends howling at the moon from balloon bags

J.I.D

Destin Choice Route (b. October 31, 1990), better known by the stage name J.I.D, is an American rapper from Zone 6, Atlanta, Georgia. He describes himself as “a soft-spoken but intricate lyricist with a cocky side.” His stage name originates from “jittery,” his grandmother’s nickname for him due to his sporadic behavior as a child.

J.I.D began attending Hampton University on a football scholarship in the fall of 2008. At that time, he was nicknamed ‘Jidd’ and released music under multiple variations of that name. His first mixtape, CakeWalk, was released in May 2010 and featured a number of friends from Hampton. The tape also marked two of his earliest collaborations with EARTHGANG. He released his second mixtape, CakeWalk 2, in June 2011. J.I.D was expelled from Hampton at some point during his senior year. Route of Evil was released in June 2012 as J.I.D’s third mixtape. DJ Tay James, Justin Bieber’s official DJ, hosted each of these three mixtapes. J.I.D does not publicly acknowledge any of these tapes, and they are not easily discoverable on the internet.

In October 2013, J.I.D released Para Tu, his fourth mixtape. Around this time, he also officially created the Spillage Village collective with EARTHGANG, Hollywood JB, and JordxnBryant. J.I.D re-released Para Tu on SoundCloud in December 2017 after fans had discovered it and were posting it online.