JID

[Verse]
Niggas too complicated
Mind serrated
Aggravated, industry exaggerated
Orchestrated, overrated, fabricated
Niggas in my hood never graduated
East Atlanta niggas gave gats to babies
Put a different face on like I'm masquerading
Get grrate like a rat if you're acting dangerous
Been too Hell and back with no lacerations
I'm either running with a ball or I'm writing a rap
I stepped in the game and I never looked back
I like to treat my punchlines like I'm planning a sack
I hit 'em from the blindside, that's my plan of attack
Now listen quick
Riddle me this and riddle me that
They're talkin' 'bout
"Ritalin this and Ritalin that"
They're drugged out
Don't give a shit, that's how I react
To dropouts get off my dick
A nigga might snap
Coming from the under the slums
I be running and thundering out of the mud
I be slinging and slunging it
Son of a gun with it
Night might run with it
I never run with a gun
Running your mouth, you get punched in your lung
Talk about me from the slip of the tongue
Seen as a demon might curse at a Nun
Cruella De Vil like 101
Stepped on a crack
I'm a king of the rap
I got what you lack
I carry the game on my back
When I show, hijack
When I blow, get back
You think that I'm wack
I don't really know about that
Never been the type of nigga to shoot at you
Tough a nails cut 'em down to the cuticle
Lesson learned ain't nobody been bulletproof
Flea the scene, all my dogs at your funeral