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PERFORMING ARTISTS
JID
JID
Vocals
Kenny Mason
Kenny Mason
Vocals
Jesse Royal
Jesse Royal
Spoken Word
Fousheé
Fousheé
Background Vocals
Aviad
Aviad
Programming
Christo
Christo
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Destin Route
Destin Route
Songwriter
Aviad Poznansky
Aviad Poznansky
Songwriter
John Welch
John Welch
Songwriter
Edwin Kenneth Green Jr.
Edwin Kenneth Green Jr.
Songwriter
Shlomo Ari Gaisin
Shlomo Ari Gaisin
Songwriter
Zachary Goldschmiedt
Zachary Goldschmiedt
Songwriter
Elisha Mlotek
Elisha Mlotek
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christo
Christo
Executive Producer
John Kadadu
John Kadadu
Recording Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Aviad
Aviad
Producer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Derek "Mixed By Ali" Ali
Derek "Mixed By Ali" Ali
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Look, look
J-I-D back in the city with it
Jiddy done been all across the globe
They say JID a scribbler, he silly with it
When he spitting, I hope he don't sell his soul
He should be good, man, he signed to Cole
He from the hood, ****, down the road
He was just jugging right by the stove
Then they saw the patrol, it was time to roll
Saw the patrol, it was time to ride
Motor running on Memorial Drive
Got a country cousin cruising with that blammer in Savannah at the Florida-Georgia line
Got a couple family members in Atlanta, not Atlanta, we let Omerettà decide
They just gon' let that Beretta fly 'cause you **** bugging, spray pesticides
It's me and the bros, it's no extra guys
And they moving weight, it's no exercise
We could pick a date to come stretch you out
Only showing muscle when it's flexing time
You could see the hustle, you could recognize
Overcame struggle when the Devil tried
Let me bare it all when I'm telling God
You know I'ma rant when I talk to Jah
[PreChorus]
**** said that I can't, damn lie
Ain't dapping no hand, sanitize
We gon' slide on your man, landslide
It's a nine in my pants, hand cocked
You gon' try to recant, you can't now
I can step on a ant, ant pile
I'ma shoot at the ground, dance now
Dance, uh, dance, shh, dance
[Chorus]
Oh, what a handsome gift
To live in the land of sin
Riding with bags and bricks
And my lil' nasty chick
That's what I asked of Him
Told me He'd grant my wish
Don't you dance with the devil
You'll never dance again
[Chorus]
Dance now
Dance, dance, shh, dance
Dance now
Dance, dance, shh, dance
Dance now
Dance, dance, shh, dance (I'm not a—)
Dance now
Dance, dance, shh, dance
I'm not a—, uh
[Verse 2]
I'm not a two-stepping man, I said I do not dance
It's a gun inside my pants, and the whole world's in his hands
It depends, penny for your sins
Shooting up the block, can't stop revenge
Nappy dreadlocks like a Rasta man
Where the story ends and the plot begins
Momma said, "The messiah is in moccasins"
Tried to save the kids in them apartments, and
Show a way to live with other options
Opulence, decadence, Black excellence, and lots of it
I could cop the newest Beamer, Bentley, or Balenciagas
I could pay for this lil' **** scholarship
I ain't caught up in rap **** politics
Play with me and you playing yourself
Playing with death, say 'em a prayer
Kathy and Karl got a K on the shelf
I'm in DeKalb County open-carrying, catering chef
Cooking up another plate of the best
Me and Christo got it poppin' like it's Crisco
Fried chicken, I'm lickin' her thighs, then I put my face in her breast
I took a drive, my plug on the west side of Atlanta
He known to finesse guys
With a hammer on Campbellton, headshots
On the camera, knock out a dreadlock
That's a felony charge, he caught a F
**** come to the A and get X'd out
But I only been hit 'cause I'm trying to help
Only one you can help is yourself now
[PreChorus]
**** said that I can't, damn lie
Ain't dapping no hand, sanitize
We gon' slide on your man, landslide
It's a nine in my pants, hand cocked
You gon' try to recant, you can't now
I can step on a ant, ant pile
I'ma shoot at the ground, dance now
Dance, uh, dance, shh, dance
[Chorus]
Oh, what a handsome gift
To live in the land of sin
Riding with bags and bricks
And my lil' nasty chick
That's what I asked of Him
Told me He'd grant my wish
Don't you dance with the devil
You'll never dance again
[Chorus]
Dance now
Dance, dance, shh, dance
Dance now
Dance, dance, shh, dance
Dance now
Dance, dance, shh, dance
Dance now
Dance, dance, shh, dance
[Outro]
Life is a journey, you know? Not a destination
Lean not towards the egoistic intonations
Positive vibrations bring real liberation
It's the will of the heart, the strength of the mind
And the love of the creator that will help us rise out of these sadistic situations
And experience the purity that exists in our creation, you know?
Written by: Aviad Poznansky, Destin Route, Edwin Kenneth Green Jr., Elisha Mlotek, John Welch, Kenny Manson, Shlomo Ari Gaisin, Zachary Goldschmiedt
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