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PERFORMING ARTISTS
JID
JID
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Destin Route
Destin Route
Songwriter
John Welch
John Welch
Songwriter
Marcus Alandrus Randle
Marcus Alandrus Randle
Songwriter
Leroy Gomez
Leroy Gomez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christo
Christo
Producer
Childish Major
Childish Major
Producer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Okay, never been ****, never had ****
Never knew ****, never out, never do ****, damn
But a **** never gave two ****, damn
Never been a ****, never had a Rollie on the wrist
Never had ****, I'ma take
Never askin', "Give me this, give me that ****
Give me everything, ****, give me everything, ****…"
Again, never been ****, never had ****
Never knew ****, never out, never do ****, damn
But a **** never gave two ****, damn, damn
Never been a ****, never had a bezel on the wrist
Never had ****, never take
Never askin', "Give me this, give me that ****
Give me everything, ****, give me everything, ****
Give me everything…"
[Verse 1]
Never had a real dollar to my name, bruh, **** been lame, bruh
I ain't even in this **** for the fame, bruh, it's the pain, bruh
Most of the **** I came up with haven't came up
And doin' the same stuff, but I haven't came up, this really ain't none
**** thinkin' that they **** with JID, y'all got the game **** up
Tremendously, can't **** with the mind of a mental fiend
Who dig deep in the depths when he in too deep
I crept on the steps where the demon sleeps
And yell, belch, tell my Lord what he means to me
"Oh, my God, don't be mean to me"
In the ride with a bean or three
And it's not what it seems to be, I can die, I can fly
I can try very easily, I'm a guy and a giant
She's a vivrant thing, I prolly won't buy it
Bird ****, take flight, no pilot
Serve ****, curve ****, no bias
Back up, back up, ****, bad timing
I got to get on stage, you better get on page
I have you looking out the windowpane
Or in the rain or anything but in a way
And if I say that's what it is, forget the lip
Now, what's my point, now I forget—damn, this ****
Got me **** up my script, ****, I got this ****
Gettin' to the point where everybody say they from the block and ****
With Glocks and **** and poppin', pimpin', trappin', sippin' lean
Y'all **** fall for anything, you got the plug in Medellín?
Kingpin? You a pen king (Kingpin? You a pen king, ayy)
Bye, bye, ****, 'N Sync, try I? ****, risky
Fire, fire from the wrist piece, **** shootin' like the '60s
[Chorus]
Again, never been ****, never had ****, never knew ****
Never out, never do ****, damn
But a **** never gave two ****, damn, damn
Never been a ****, never had a Rollie on the wrist
Never had ****, I'ma take
Never asking, "Give me this, give me that ****
Give me everything, ****, **** you…"
Uhh, let's go
[Instrumental]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
What, um
Alright, what you call a chick that don't suck ****? You don't
And if you think you finna come up this, you won't
Down comes the boogie and up jumps the funk
This beat takin' a beating, I hand out the lumps
Damn, baby, yo' **** stand out in pumps
That's outstanding, stand outside until your man come
Or you can leave with the kid, we can plan some'
You know I came from the dirt like a sandstorm
****, this a three-point and one
And one hunnid, Wilt Chamberlain with the hand dunk
Shawty love JID, let me turn her to a hand puppet
She moan, sound like German or something
Run game, **** think I'm Todd Gurley or something
Give me a jersey, I done balled so hard, I caught a hernia
Wheeled yo' **** out my bed in a gurney
You gotta leave lil' mama, the clock's turning
I hit it first, Ray J or Ron Jeremy
They bleed like us so them **** could never scare me
No **** got more glow than JID, barely scratchin' the **** surface
You need work, you need purpose
Everybody good, everybody trap perfect
Everything cool, don't nobody act nervous
Just ignore the fact that your favorite rap **** is a sap ****
We don't dap ****, get the rrr-rat from the ratchet
Get the pack out the package
Lil' savage ****, ratchet ****, bastard ****, havin' ****
Rappin' ****, jackin' ****, wait
Finna blast, green dot, send the cash, pen and pad
Minivan, been a dad, been with that bullshit, ****
I don't wake up to the bull like I usually do
Young **** down the block on the woopty woop
Better pray to God they don't shoot at you
Dreams of cleanin' this dirty money out my cuticles
Then a **** make the crowd jump like Zoboomafoo
[Outro]
**** beautiful, **** beautiful
**** beautiful, **** beautiful, **** beautiful
Written by: Destin Route, John Welch, Leroy Gomez, Marcus Alandrus Randle
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