Ballads

[Verse 1: JID]
Wasn't used to taking orders, if I'm rude, my apologies
I never been a follower, I'm addicted to the power
So I've studied the remains of the game, I'm an archaeologist
More money, more problems
That's a tough pill to swallow if you ain't about that shit that you be talkin'
Three holes in his head, bowling balled him
Who's brawling? Nah
You calling God, but shit, me too; he gotta hear one of us
I can give him a chance to meet you, if you wanna
Cool Cat backed in that corner, ooh, I got a boner
Please show me my opponent
You and your homie; he with you, that's a bonus
1-1, 2 shots, that's Sabonis
Never had squat, tried keeping up with the Joneses
Try wearing off-knocks, niggas popular with Junior
Nigga, I been hungry; for a time I was homeless
I honed in my skill, sharp sword swings along for the moment
Atonement in my tone
Ownership is the only shit I've been voyaging
Voices in my head and then I go record it
I've been ordered by the Lord
Kill the beat, beat a dead horse
Ill swordsman, sportsmanship
That's horseshit, copious corpses
Outsourcing for resources
You got a gun, we got assortments
They make appointments; joint rolling, join forces
And we rejoice when real niggas lift their voices for the voiceless

[Interlude]
They feel like they gotta be offensive to be able to get they point across
Feel like they got to go up folks necks to get they point across
But guess what? There's a way, y'know what I'm sayin'?
There's effective conflict, y'get what I'm sayin'?

[Interlude: JID, Conway the Machine]
Let the machi-, uh (Yeah)
Yeah, let the Machine go (Doo-doo-doot, doo-doo-doot, doo-doo-doot, doo-doo-doot)
Let the, yeah, let that shit up

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Stash boxes for the straps in the Navigator
Don C, alligator
A lot of rappers, they just imaginative exaggerators
Box landed, take them packs and put them on the calculator
Weigh it up and stash it, bro, I'm coming back to bag it later (I'll be back t-)
That bitch bad, I'ma bag her then go stab her later (Uh uh)
Got the pussy free, I didn't have to pay her (Ha)
Got the bags so if it come to that, trust me, I have the paper
But I'm just that nigga, I ain't have to get her drunk or incapacitate her (Not at all)
Yeah, I'm MVP form, like Shaq for Lakers
Ain't no silverware in the trap; fuck it, grab a hanger
Ratchet sprayer, Buffalo got the highest murder rate in New York state
That's a fact, check the stats and data
I was deep in them trenches
Homeless in Atlanta, sleeping on benches
Now bitches see me in this Benz and it's piquin' they interest (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Dawg caught a body, L-I-F-E was the sentence
He gave his life to God, seeking repentance
Yeah