Dreamville’s J.I.D. Freestyle On DJ Tony Touch Shade 45
Yeah yeah Shade 45 you know what it is
It's talker Tuesdays (yeah)
Got my man from the A over here, JID (Aight)
We gon' get into some shit
(Let's do this shit) sup Jay
Look, uh, check
Alright the time was just perfect
The moment was just right
I'm conjurin' up a formula
The mean time tryin' it, damn
Mad scientist mixed wit' a strong Vicodin
Vitamin, vital information chicken scratch
Writin' it pleh
I guess I wasn't speakin' too clear
Or I'm talkin' some bad English in here
They lookin' at me like my zipper down
Or I whipped out my penis in here
I must be crazy or sumn'
I guess I'm crazy or sumn'
Damn baby you sexy as fuck
Why you labia frontin'
Actin' like I'm not amazing or sumn'
I'm just dodgin' the Fugazi
Lately, niggas act like ladies or sumn'
It's in the water to drink more
But make sure that it's clean and pure
Boy, boy
Owe me the money you couldn't hide in
Bora Bora
Bro I'm Dora the Explorer for the dough
Four door hoppin' out the Ford
Explorer for the dough wit' the 45 or the 44
More dying more slow, oh
Anything to get this cheddar and
Step my bread up
Socrates nigga I could charge by the letter
She like "JID, you been dat nigga
You know it's a set up"
Shawty was like a fat physic
A four chin teller
Thanks for the lesson, that's love
Illogical blessings
As I take another pull from the evidence
I'm so irrelevant
Butt kick shit wit' the best of dem
Give heart and intestines
Spit phlegm on the mic' when the record spin
I been listenin' to the niggas y'all
Say that's dope comin' up
Well calm the fuck down
There ain't no shit comin' up after us
Straight out of the mud
I slap bugs in the aqueduct
Wit' the same niggas used to jump
The train tracks wit' us
Niggas get slain if he hoppin'
On any track wit' us
Simple and plain, niggas is lame
Who you know, yo' name makin' some bills rang
But the light at the end of
Your tunnel is a train
So splat on the track again
I want the gold, no Young Bird
My dreads like Whoopie
My heart cold bitch, penguin pussy
I swear it's not me
She tried to give me the pussy
I just be coolin' and kickin' it
Spittin' and rippin' it
Head bob, I knew you was feelin' it
Who is I'm diggin' a grave for
Fuck yo' label, who is I'm bein' as slave for
I go crazy, I then rob the baker
Give me ya' cheese, ya' bread
And sprinkle some basil
It's amazing how the fuck I just
Go crazy on the beat jI uh oh whatever
Ay yessuh hah i'm chillin' I'm chillin' haha
That's what I'm talkin' bout man