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JID Lyrics

Gangsta
Jid introduces himself with a catchy slang

J.I.D, whoa shit, whoa shit, whoa shit ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney
Jid provides credits to the producers and repeatedly emphasizes with the phrase 'whoa shit'

Please, please Get off my dick, get off my dick
Jid requests his haters to leave him alone and refers to his private parts figuratively

.40 my hip, loadin' my clip Cannabis, cannabis, roll up my spliff Hannibal, Hannibal, look what I did Edible, edible, got the munchies But I got the bungees, I'ma jump off this ship But I bet he get whipped with the pistol grip Nigga talkin' that shit, now I'm talkin' my shit Nigga talkin' that shit, now I'm talkin' my shit (Whoa, okay)
Jid highlights some of his activities such as carrying a weapon, smoking weed, and having the munchies. He bravely contemplates jumping off a ship but also realizes he can whip anyone who dares him. Jid is ready to face anyone trying to pick up a fight with him.

East Atlanta playboy Don't got much to say, boy Cradle to the grave, and it's been like that since a slave, boy It ain't shit to pull up, pick the fucking tool up Screaming hallelujah, pushing daisies and some tulips (Hi guys, hi, hi, hi)
Through wordplay and metaphors, Jid reveals that he is from East Atlanta and has been raised with tough times. He is willing to defend himself at any cost and would rather die than not emit his belief. Jid suggests he has peers who admire him and enemies who dissent his stardom.

Itty bitty bitch, niggas in the city with it, pull up with a stick Thirty with the dick Seen you in a minute, nigga, put you in cement Anybody get a nigga, anybody get Shouts to the Chi', nigga poppin' this shit Got the drop in your crib, in the spot where you live If you talking that shit, nigga, stop it
Jid warns anyone in the city that he has a lethal weapon and isn't afraid to use it. He perceives himself as an acclaimed rapper and possesses intel on the whereabouts of his peers. Jid advises aspiring rappers to watch their words when addressing a king.

I'm a God, I'm a king, I'm a giant Nigga not trying, .40 my side Eastside guy, but I been worldwide 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 (Oh) 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 Don't mind little old me, lil' OG J.I.D, I came in on the boat, see May I be the cold nigga with the most heat Niggas know bro, you don't know me
Jid credits himself as a godly figure and cautions anyone who tries to test his authority. He details how firearms are an essential part of his lifestyle and signifies his roots in East Atlanta. Jid voices his beliefs in staying independent, trying hard, and not resting till death. Jid is superhuman with a craving for delicious meat. He labels himself as neither an animal nor a beast but acknowledges he is capable of brutality. Jid describes riding with a weapon in his car and refers to himself as a fearless bad man. He prefers online peace than confrontation. Jid claims he's a legendary OG and a rap god who's underrated and comparing himself to a boat full of heat.

Legend out the 2-6 (Whoa) Y'all know who the truth is (Whoa) Crazy like a movie by that nigga Stanley Kubrick (Whoa) Perfect time to pop up (Whoa) Wet you like the hot tub (Whoa) Clean up Aisle 7, damn somebody gettin' mopped up (Whoa)
Jid emphasizes his legendary status and states his beliefs to be true to facts. He acknowledges being insane like a Stanley Kubrick movie and implies the timing of his appearance is precise. He threatens to get someone wet, make a mess, and harm them.

Pull up on the block, eeny, meeny, miny, moe You and every nigga that you know is getting popped Fuckin' with a nigga, ass sitting in the box Tryna sneak diss, then I'm pickin' up the Glock 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 Click, click, click, and the flows don't stop 'Til I got more cream than Cold Stone got Like a boatload, nigga I'ma float on top '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 thirty 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 Barely broke a bead of sweat, whoa Many hope to be the best, oh Cannot fuck with me just yet, though J.I.D the closest thing to me C'est la vie, my vocal range putting Blood stains on Notre Dame hoodies Hello fiends, I brought Novocaine plus dopamine You can load your veins with the product I slang Niggas gon' honor my name, boy, I'm a God in this game Y'all niggas homonyms, sounding the same Not in my lane so I can't complain Me and Ben Frank got a damn good thing goin' on Way more than a random fling Cole and J.I.D with a tandem, niggas can't stand 'em Got a new anthem, look at my whip Slit on my wrist, suicide, suicide doors on my Phantom
Jid threatens to shoot anyone he and his friends come across. He is confident in his ability to take on a rivalry, no matter their size and fame. Jid indicates he has a plentiful supply of guns and ammunition and references the Nintendo game Duck Hunt. Behind closed doors, Jid watches with a gun like Malcolm X, gunning for his enemies. He declares he's the best and nobody can conjure up a challenge that he cannot conquer. Jid catalogs some of his accomplishments and urges his audience to indulge in his music. He boasts of his alliance with the late Benjamin Franklin and Cole and how successful they are. Jid ends by flaunting his car, his wealth, and his material possessions.

Get off my dick (Yeah) Get off my dick (Whoa) Get off my dick (Uh) Get off my dick (Get off my)
Jid reiterates that he wants his haters to leave him alone.

Okay (Sucka!) Something special, J.I.D, Cole, Drama Dreamville (ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney)
Jid concludes the rap with an emphatic 'okay' and credits his team and producers.