Letra de Sun - JID

(Feat. Anycia)

Soundin' like dreams, man

Soundin' like dreams, man

Soundin'-

I got plans, I got goals, I ain't playing about this shit

Niggas ain't talkin' bout throwin' no hands 'cause niggas is sprayin' about this shit

I got my family, I got my fans, I been a man about this shit

If it don't pan out, I ain't handlin' pans, I'm layin' outside of your crib

Or in a damn van like I'm Jean-Claude Van Damme, this .40 got kick

Put up a middle finger, scream "Fuck the world" while my other hand's on my dick

You ain't a killer, y'all a bunch of cover girls, all that complementin' nigga shit

Leave a comment or you leave it to me, I send you to another world with this stick

Magic wand, bitch, your work in my wrist

Magic Johnson, I'm sick with assists

Bron-Bron, when I dunk in the Six

God's son, got the sun in my fist

God's son got a gun

Bet he pop it, you drop it and run

Ain't no stoppin' that lil' rocket in them Issey Miyake pockets

Niggas play with my profit, he done

Nigga play with my partner, he dumb

And you must not know where we from

Let the heat dump when you come in these slums

Came in the ski mask, he could leave slumped

Seen him at the repass, niggas sleep, huh

I could catch a body, I could catch a beat, huh

You a lil' pussy, nigga, let me see sum'

I can eat a rapper nigga, Jeffery Dahm'

Uh, I can eat a rap bitch up (Woah)

Don't like me, don't give no fuck

Got J.I.D in the back with a what?

You a real freak, gotta show me sum'

Make a nigga break bread like he owe me some

Ain't got no dick, you can blow me

Ridin’ through the city with a nigga real lowkey

Met the bitch once, but the hoe don't know me

Back to back callin', a nigga annoyin'

Runnin' these bitches, I'm tired (She tired)

All of these bitches is fast food, all of these bitches be fried

I blocked the nigga, I don't have the time

Tiffany set just to show off the grind

Do what I want but you'll never be mine

I am a Bonnie but you not a Clyde

Oh, shit

I got some questions, don't got the answers

We had to find us another way

Lately, I ain't been trustin', peepin' the slander

That don't do nothin' but motivate

Don't nobody come pass or control the hate

Call me J.I.D, hoe, what's a protégé?

Better watch what you sayin', 'cause how we play it

Bullets singin', it won't be a lucky day

Just an unholy night when they on the way

Man, I hope no indictments is on the way

We can fight it, my lawyers stay on the case

Keep the sentences light or it's thrown away

'Cause we battlin' life through the art, and you givin' your heart, but not even the song safe

Told my dawg on the street to be smart, on your back is a target, he said "Boy, you know I'm straight" (Damn)

But, I know he ain't

So I know to pray

Life fast but I'm movin' slow like an old lady

Damn, gassed him up full of fame and got drove crazy

Now, you road ragin', no stoppin', no brakin'

People watchin', money waitin'

World spinnin' like the blunt hit it, it's in rotation, woah

Full moon, my lil' horny boo say she ovulatin'

Me and shawty havin' conversation, askin' me about my occupation

What it's like and her friend want an invitation

Maybe I can pull off a combination

While I'm plottin' world domination, overtakin'

Ain't underrated, ain't overrated

Ain't even made it, niggas still hatin'

Said I fall off, but they still waitin'

JID reignin', killed the body but I'm still sprayin'

Cole told me I should quit the playin'

Then he played The Fall Off and that shit was bangin' (Appreciate it my boy, that shit on the way too)

Motivation, let me know, I got some more to make it

Never holdin' on to information, niggas gon' relay it like four Jamaicans

Takin' spots, niggas holdin' places, ain't forgot about you hoes hatin'

Ain't forgot about them conversations in the barbershops, I should go and fade 'em

Niggas still ain't let me cover FADER, BET won't give me nomination

That's a B-E-T, I'm goin' crazy over everything until the cycle changes

That ain’t even really complicated, I am not the plantiff, I am not complainin'

Feel like Pluto 'cause I'm off the planet, own a team of flows like I'm Arthur Blank, and

Everybody that was sleepin', thank you, it's all covered like the bar's a blanket

All rubber to the road, smotherin' the globe, gotta make it home, crank it

With the trophy like I left a banquet, under pressure, never overthinkin'

Overstressin', but I'm takin' my seat at the table, I'm not finna play with you

Bitches always talkin' 'bout, they doin' this and they doin' that

I'on ever see bitches doin' nothin'

I'on ever see you bitches goin' to the bank

I'on ever see you bitches gettin' no money

I'on ever see you bitches doin' nothin' (Aw)

Move the fuck out the way or get rolled over, bitch

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