J.I.D ‘DiCaprio 2′ Album: 20 of the Best Lyrics

"In my city, who's with me? I’m in my own lane, Jack/Nigga said, 'J.I.D so flame, I propane rap'/I’m from East Atlanta like Gucci and Travis Porter/But my story is similar to the hare and the tortoise/Pen so sharp told stories you thought I forged it/Back in the fourth grade, never read Curious Jorge/My nigga Corey kept a little 40 inside his North Face/Left a nigga with no face and beat the court case" —J.I.D

"Fuck what a nigga say or, look, my mama think I made it/Lift my head to skies, I cry and begin prayer/Thanks to the maker, got me out of an awful place/My nigga gone for 17 years like a cicada/More than a motivator for me to get off my anus/And kick ass like I'm Danny Mainus" —J.I.D

"Knock it out the park as I bing from the back/But we get the ring, then I be the king sittin' satin/Persian rugs so fly, no Aladdin/Serving drugs, I got the pen and a pad/Serving drugs, I give her dick when she mad/But she know that I rap, I ain’t got time for the Madness/She know that I’m capping, finna snap on these rap niggas/And they react, you get the rat from the ratchet" —J.I.D

"Picture a nigga steppin' into the game that's already lit/Just add a little coal to flame it/Lame niggas, I gotta put it in layman's terms?/I'm finna murder you niggas, you better spread the word/I bled words 'till my head would hurt/The first to say, it hurts to say, I said it first/Live life like a baby that was dead at birth/But came alive and fucked the nurses" —J.I.D

"D.I.Y/T.I.Y/I'ma try/I'ma die for what I believe in/We like to feast and I try to eat, edible meat/I am not an animal, a beast/Riding with the hammer on the seat/Shotgun, shotgun, hand on my heat/Bad man, bad man, land of my freedom/Nigga get life, let the White folks be/Online beef, not my motif/.45 me, ta-ta, go sleep" —J.I.D

"I squeeze this, they be pickin' up the top/Styles, Sheek, Kiss, yeah, I'm pickin' all the locks/Pickin' on a nigga way bigger, then I got/Bigger than the nigga that was Kindergarten Cop/Terminator shit, I'm a robot/With the chrome .45 that most don't got/One false move, get your moto shot/Turn a nigga whip to a photo op" —J. Cole

"'Til the grass don't grow and the wind don't blow/And the po-po don't kill niggas no more/I bought a 30 round extendo/If a nigga wanna duck, then I'm playing Duck Hunt/In real life, not on Nintendo/Looking out the window like Malcolm X with the rifle/Climb the steps up the Eiffel" —J. Cole

"Oh God, no, where are my friends?/Lord forgive me, yeah, I need to repent/Mind blurred, need to lay off the drugs/Yeah God, they ain't prayin' enough/Niggas dyin', we ain't sayin' enough/Cops fire, stockpiling rottweiler/Tell my little niggas lay off the stuff/Ronald Reagan, I can't thank him enough/Nah, I'm playin', nigga racist as fuck" —J.I.D

"I was blowin' gas like the Honey Badger/J.I.D, bitch, the money snatcher/C'est la vie, shit I'm coming after everybody, don't get the bloody splatter/I'm fly and I got my niggas fly too, shit is like buddy passes/I wanna cry cause I'm numb inside, if you wonder why, ask, 'What's the matter?'" —J.I.D

"Really specific, you paid attention, panoramic/You got the vision like a fer-de-lance/You attack and you kill it, sinkin' your teeth with the venom/Kinda like me with these instrumentals/Or the pen and the pencil or off the temple/Pimpin' since been pimpin', keep it sensible/Since you winning, you a object of ridicule/Objects appearing closer than you ready for" —J.I.D

"My girl booty soft and it's shaped like a skrawberry/Her pussy bald with a tat like Stephon Marbury/Carry all my dirt to the grave, I'm the pallbearer/Bury all of my sins, staring out of the Benz/Gone off weed, gone off Hen', gone with the wind/Gone with the pretty long hair is with the fairest skin/Yelling in her face, and she repeat like a parrot and/Apparently she gone keep yelling at me, I'ma never win" —J.I.D

"I mean shawty had relations that we never could speak about/You get mad, I'm mad, we sleep it out/And then she had a man who used to beat her so she told me she wanted out/Got a couple abortions, now that pussy's a haunted house/Now her heart cold, Antartica, Siberia/Had it planned out, curriculum, criteria" —J.I.D

"Light a booger up, wedgie in the butt, yep, we pulling up/My cup runneth over, theirs ain't full enough/They bad but that ain't good enough/They mad 'cause they ain't half of what I'm cookin' up/Taraji out in line, giving cookies up/Plug in my supply, need a jumper cable, why,
gon' hook me up/The devil is a lie, who won't shush me up" —Method Man

"Eenie miney moe, I pick a flow and set sail/J.I.D and Joey, they say we the best out/They studying the methods, tell them, 'Pass the sesh now'/I'm a walking legend walking with my chest out/Please babe don't you push me 'cause I'm off the indo/My silence got 'em politicin' with them hedged outs/You hooked up on my findings, I'm hooked on this chemdawg/I smoke on the regular, you smokin' that Reginald" —Joey Bada$$

"Post robberies, another dead nigga no problem/You happy 'cause we doin' your job/I'm pulling everybody's whole card/I never play with little boy toys/I was busy inside of laboratories/Lookin' out the window like a labrador/To the bullshit I'm a matador/In the pulpit like God's son, not a daddy's boy" —J.I.D

"Just other day I was broke as a bitch/Walking to work in the hot sun, so-soaking it in/I never been a dope man, but I'm the dopest of man/Buying some smoke from the dude with the dope/Throw five, four point five, so on, so forth/I'm tryna get my fucking goals, not Goyard/Paying for the lawyers, get my bros out the courtyard/Cause I got the ear for the flows, not Mozart, but damn a nigga go hard" —J.I.D

"In doubt of my next move, get a pill, bite down, find focus/I grab pen, it was poetry in motion/Not the same for many folks, different strokes/Colloquialism, idiot vision, y'all seen I was doing the most/Definite dope, it's on the scene, not in need of a vote/Repping the city, what's ya team, nigga? Fuck 'em" —J.I.D

"I can be, whatever I want to be/Bet not a bitch or a nigga stand in front of me/I got the devil in the pockets of my Dungarees/Taking a dump on anything that standing under me/I can be a dream, yeah, or I can be a nightmare/Born on Halloween night, it seems like a light year/Double my Sprite, hey my guy, do you got a light? Yeah/Squash stampede, plenty lion and many bison" —J.I.D

"They tryna snatch this motherfucking rug from under me/But never stumble, young man rumble, the sensei/The J.I.D babe, Mutombo, the brass ensemble/Cop an eighth and spend the last on paper and funds/So at Thanksgiving I'm your drunk-ass uncle/On the corner, that junky that mumble/The little nigga that climbed the hair of Rapunzel" —J.I.D

"How the fuck did anyone assume the God/The Son, the Son of God, the runnin' from the money/Bleed the blood just like the money, it's not Jumanji/I'm the doom that damned the dungeon/I'm the spoon that fed the hungry/Stand for something, fall for nothing, all or nothing/Y'all niggas balling, huh?/Just to find out that shit is all for nothing" —J.I.D