JID – 29 (Freestyle) Lyrics

[JID – 29 (Freestyle) Lyrics]

(Woah)
Woah, ugh, ah, this sh!t is st*pid
f*ck, man, trudgin’, uh
(Christo)

Trudgin’ through the mud, you gotta pay me back in blood
Tap heads, call subs if you tired, bruh
Liable to wild if they don’t give me my semi-nine
Fit me fine, hit a nigga fifty five-five, ha, times
Hard times still ahead, they behind, don’t whine though
I ride or die, or I’ll die while releasin’ the Rondo
I’m qualified to never make the dial off a Spotify

sh!t, nah, I’m lyin’, probably five
She say my willy really shine, Jiddy call it stine
Kamikaze cool, killin’ mood
You will not survive, who will I include?
Every girl got a so-called thug, go and get in the line
‘Cause when I touch lines, it’s suicide
It’s ’bout time for niggas to up it, that shade, it shine through all blinds
When all stars align, the lightwave waistin’ my time

Switchin’ gears to grind, came with grips and rabbit 9s
In the midst of wind whispers, where you been? It’s been a mighty long time
Long time, leanius, legacy, legend to his primetime
Like Deion, HBC, you caught your own kind
Blindside, I look out for yours, you look out for mine
Like you Michael Oher or them crackers, Michael Myers at my door

Mighty fine (wh0re), read my horoscope and said my sign
What’s your rock and what’s your moon? Saw her moon was from behind
Shake it like it’s for the 2000 and 1999
Back that thing up like Juvenile, rhyme line for line
Golden diamonds shine, never sign my soul
For those I told, my bro in the ride with robe
Before I glow, it glew, it cost, they inside the stove
It’s hot, my nose over-flowish, not—

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You didn’t know the nigga, told me I be totin’ the rock
Gettin’ older, nigga, tell me I be totin’ the Glock
Gettin’ older, nigga, die or get a thumb in the box
Before they told me, ni-ni-ni-ni
I had to show these ni-ni-ni-ni
Workin’ like Kobe-be-be-be-be
Look at my Rollie-lie-lie-lie-lie

Niggas on flash, ho’, niggas on bodie
Niggas on OD-D-D-D-D-D
Niggas don’t know me-me-me-me-me
Niggas don’t know me-me-me-me-me
But I’ma gon’ show these niggas

I’ma show these niggas, I’ma show these niggas
When the police kick in the door
You and daddy on the dope fiend, but he still smoked
They pull up in the Rover, feet on top
When they see it like a motherf*cker, you feel what I’m sayin’?
Haha