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PERFORMING ARTISTS
JID
JID
Vocals
Ant Clemons
Ant Clemons
Vocals
Doctur Dot
Doctur Dot
Vocals
Gallant
Gallant
Background Vocals
Johnny Venus
Johnny Venus
Vocals
Luke James
Luke James
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ant Clemons
Ant Clemons
Songwriter
Olu Fann
Olu Fann
Songwriter
Eian Parker
Eian Parker
Songwriter
Destin Route
Destin Route
Songwriter
Justin Bryant
Justin Bryant
Songwriter
John Welch
John Welch
Songwriter
Christopher Joseph Gallant III
Christopher Joseph Gallant III
Songwriter
Luke James
Luke James
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hollywood JB
Hollywood JB
Producer
Christo
Christo
Producer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Raúl Chirinos
Raúl Chirinos
Recording Engineer
Olu Fann
Olu Fann
Producer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Barack Obama looking at me
What's up? What's up?
[Verse 2]
I'm hirin' hands, inspirin' fans
I'm givin' out jobs, I'm sketchin' up plans
Police, they beat me, we storm the same streets
We storm the same block, won't stop 'til we free
Ain't think it was possible till we accomplished it
Now we accomplices, now we all poppin' shit
I'm gettin' money, the kids gettin' money
I'm droppin' racks and racks in church on a Sunday
I get it back to back, go to work on a Monday
White on white tracksuit, 'cause you know who run it
We was hungover, South Beach was too sunny
We out in Joburg, no sleepers, we clubbin'
Catch me out in Europe with my black skin
Fightin' for freedom, my ****, ain't no more askin'
Judge ain't never forget him for when he was trappin'
And that pussy wet like a dolphin
Baby, I'm a king, I'm a god, a thug
My verses will live if I die from slugs
That shit is power, man, that shit is love
No, you cannot buy that from no fuckin' plug
[Verse 3]
I'ma baptize ****, let's get baptized
I'ma baptize ****, let's get baptized
'Bout to baptize ****, let's get baptized
I'ma baptize ****, let's get baptized
[Verse 4]
Look, she said it's cold inside that water
Made her nipples hard
That's that liquor talking, sippin' gin
And reading the book of Genesis
Just before in the beginnin'
And she had pride, lies, deceit
Blah-blah, sinnin' and shit
Adam and Eve dumbass, apple eatin' dumbass
Hit the gas and hit the gas
At the Saks Fifth, with a religious sack to grab gifts
How you get money and act as if poverty's past tense?
We see bad shit happens, but what happens to bad shit?
You need your ass whipped
Friendship, missionary, Beulah Hill Baptist
Not fit county doin' peyotes from a cactus
Alabaster flows, out in Cali' with some Calabasas hoes
Hella bad, put your ass up on my nose
With a sack of bud, I'm just a sack of bones
Sacrificial Lamborghini, do the dash up on the road
Throw a stone like David, I got that Tom Brady arm
And a navy gun, case the joint
Case and point the pistol at your neighbor
Look at your neighbor and say, "Neighbor," uh
Stack up all your paper, uh
Pray for me, I say a prayer for you, be not forsaken, uh
Jump in a lake, uh, let the water run over your face
We baptize people, now they breathtakin'
****, wait, I'm 'bout to
[Verse 5]
Baptize ****, let's get baptized
I'ma baptize ****, let's get baptized
'Bout to baptize ****, let's get baptized
I'ma baptize ****, let's get
(I dare one of you punk motherfuckers) Uh-huh
[Verse 6]
Made in his image, I even work in mysterious ways
See, I've been over my lyrical phase, I'd rather be potent
Burnin' that bush like Moses, hood on my back like Cobras
Eat the forbidden fruit, girl, it's a lot more I can show you
Kickin' that sinful shit like yo, to let y'all think it over
Fresh out the fire, Abindago, officer pull you over
Killin' a **** in cold blood, get him a Christmas bonus
Wasn't until it went digital that you finally start taking notice
Now you wanna be delivered, huh?
Guess who pullin' up the dinner, huh?
Got me cynical like a Tyson punch for a million bucks
Is it worth what you really giving'up?
Got my heart broke by a taurus
Went and found a gemini with a bigger butt
And only God can judge, and that's only if He still give a fuck
Water to wine, it started out fine
But now it taste a little bitter, huh?
Lotta these guys just live in disguise
I'm shining the light, the jig is up
Everybody know Jesus hang with the hoes
Killers and the criminals
Gon'head tilt your head back, hold your breath for the ritual
[Verse 7]
Oh Lord, oh Lord
Water, please fall down on me, me, me
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Water, please fall down on me, me, me, me
In the name of the fire, the water, the skies, and the Earth
Thou shall live or die, thou shall bless or curse
Go forth into forever
[Verse 8]
Hey, hallelujah, hey hallelujah
Praise the Lord
Written by: Anthony Clemons, Jr., Destin Route, Eian Parker, Gallant, John Welch, Justin Bryant, Luke James, Olu Fann
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