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(feat. EARTHGANG) [Intro] "You gotta work for greatness, man, you gotta work You gotta work hard just to be good Fuck being great, so imagine greatness, we gon' be great." [Intro: Johnny Venus] I told that bitch to get with me cause I'll be 21 forever Skippin' cross the globe, baby girl, what the fuck is bad weather? Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh He jumped up out the hood, what, you thought he ain't wan' go? I told the motherland I'll be back, you ain't know? [Verse 1: J.I.D] Skate, open the drapes Silhouette, not a face approaches With a plate full of crepes, grapes with the blunt to chase Teeth paste, lay waste, lay pipe Say grace, regular George would say that's dynamite JJ damn kids, Bebe, damn J.I.D Ate the whole state, put the straw in the great lakes Fuck these steaks, tryna get overseas Talking shit over trees, bumping Maurice king's treason Thieves in the night if you readin' it right We breed kings and knights, I'm still peepin' the sights, huh Flabbergasted over the lights Seen these niggas swagger jackin' over the night That old shit you keep, but this time won't be nice You hit me one time, second time gon' be like The worst death since Michael, shots say Columbine Shoppin' at boutiques in Niece, I gotta find The dopest unique that speaks what's on my mind Feelin' like I left my cleats, I gotta climb in 'em blind Please show me how to get to, or maybe where to find, oh gladly My London gal call me her American daddy Reflex, no gaggy She fuck with the mind, the tattoos and the swaggy I gladly give her the whole bone like Lassie But if she fuck another fella, she dead like old yeller She deader than Helen Keller I kill her, I really kill her I'm chillin', I'm really feelin' myself and I'm really spillin' I'm spillin' the whole cup, tell me, have you rolled up? J.I.D got the alligator grip on your whole butt Let me, let me hold up Let me, let me hold up Let me, let me hold up Let me, let me hold up Let me, let me hold up Let me, let me hold up No, bruh, I'm ready to get this money I need more with these White girls who snort lines like they don't need noses Spill' Ville billboard's posters Need notice, notification [of bosses] Like [Maya Lanskey], you fancy pants fans can't stand me J-I-D, baby, in the eyes for eye candy Y'all don't understand me This is for my niggas who say "Fuck understanding!" Standing under rain with my toes in the sand Lightning playin', this shit sound like Coltrane You gotta snatch this mic from my cold dead hands And probably still have to fight the old dead man [Verse 2: Johnny Venus] I told that bitch to get with me cause I'll be 21 forever Skippin' cross the globe, baby girl, what the fuck is bad weather? Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh He jumped up out the hood, what, you thought he ain't wan' go? I told the motherland I'll be back, you ain't know? Now usually I don't do this Usually, I be tucked off in the corner looking foolish Have everybody saying "Man, who, who, who, who this?" Tryna' stick to myself like some praying hands Or some crashed aliens And I dance it like [?] dance Woo, holy ghost don' got me shiverin' Tilted with the top with just a little off his rocker He tryna paint his life, his future brighter than his father's Crazy, how could they start him? JFK with the pardon Listen, I play it often, it whistles on through the dark See, we be def starring your clan, missing the mark I be waiting on ya early like I'm 'posed to play the organ [Verse 3: Doctur Dot] Cleaner than a rubber duck, what the fuck? Mommy suck, daddy yelled "Please, oh, please! Please, oh please!" So we can find it, and it's hard to stay with us We just bleed, we just bleed out the eyeball radius The crimson tears of growing up I'm super lifted off that Eucalyptus Watching all my foolish visions come into fruition While you losin' business, you stupid nigga Them copy-cat maneuvers ain’t conducive to your movement, nigga Eating cool in her while she do the dishes Direct a choir in my sex attire Look at your neighbor, tell your neighbor "Pull her dress up higher" Just like Elijah when I profit, ain't no bush on fire Still ain't believing what he's leaving [?] Is he a 5 percenter? Kinda hard to Identify when he’s high, spittin' and his eyes flicker Then the sky opened up and that lightning hit him I'm like "Damn, I might actually sound alright on this one" We camping realer than a jungle in the night on this one And I’m just chillin', imagine me off of my prescriptions Bring your camera, your [?] might deny your business Said bring your camera, your [?] might deny your visions Spillage Village! I have no life [Outro: J.I.D] Let me, let me hold up Let me, let me hold up Let me, let me hold up Let me, let me hold up Let me, let me hold up Let me, let me hold up Let me, let me hold up Let me, let me hold up Let me, let me hold up Let me, let me hold up Let me, let me hold up Let me, let me hold up Let me, let me hold up Let me, let me hold up Let me, let me hold up Let me, let me hold up Let me, let me hold up Let me, let me hold up Let me, let me hold up Let me, let me hold up Let me, let me hold up Let me, let me hold up
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