"Surround Sound" is a song by American rapper JID featuring Atlanta-based r… Read Full Bio ↴"Surround Sound" is a song by American rapper JID featuring Atlanta-based rapper 21 Savage and fellow American rapper Baby Tate, released on January 14, 2022, as the lead single from the former's third studio album The Forever Story. Produced by DJ Scheme, Christo, and Nuri, it contains a sample of "One Step Ahead" by Aretha Franklin.
A few days before the song was released, JID previewed the music video on Instagram. In a later post, he revealed the inspiration behind the song was from focusing on the environmental sounds and noises around him as a child, to find an escape from his chaotic home life.
At the beginning of the song, a sample of "One Step Ahead" by Aretha Franklin is played and a loop built around it serves as the instrumental. Notable “One Step Ahead” was already sampled in 1999 by Mos Def in his song “Ms. Fat Booty”. JID raps the chorus and first verse with double entendres and multisyllabic rhymes. The second verse is rapped by 21 Savage, who "mixes gun talk with making sound financial decisions". Near the first half of the song, Baby Tate provides "fluttering vocals" in R&B style closing out of the first part. The beat then switches to a "woozy, bass-bombed wobble that artfully weaves in elements from the song's first half". During the second half of the song, JID returns with another verse, which has a darker approach and has been described as "cut-throat".
The official music video was released alongside the single. Directed by Mac Grant and Chad Tennies, the video opens with JID going into an older model vehicle. He starts rapping as he is driving, with women in the passenger seats of the car. In a garage, he raps while surrounded by women, and is seen atop a car. 21 Savage performs his verse standing next to JID. Baby Tate sings while lying on top of a car. When the beat switches, the video transitions to black and white. The scene changes to that of an "eerie" house, where JID raps the last verse. Multiple clones of him are also seen in the house.
A few days before the song was released, JID previewed the music video on Instagram. In a later post, he revealed the inspiration behind the song was from focusing on the environmental sounds and noises around him as a child, to find an escape from his chaotic home life.
At the beginning of the song, a sample of "One Step Ahead" by Aretha Franklin is played and a loop built around it serves as the instrumental. Notable “One Step Ahead” was already sampled in 1999 by Mos Def in his song “Ms. Fat Booty”. JID raps the chorus and first verse with double entendres and multisyllabic rhymes. The second verse is rapped by 21 Savage, who "mixes gun talk with making sound financial decisions". Near the first half of the song, Baby Tate provides "fluttering vocals" in R&B style closing out of the first part. The beat then switches to a "woozy, bass-bombed wobble that artfully weaves in elements from the song's first half". During the second half of the song, JID returns with another verse, which has a darker approach and has been described as "cut-throat".
The official music video was released alongside the single. Directed by Mac Grant and Chad Tennies, the video opens with JID going into an older model vehicle. He starts rapping as he is driving, with women in the passenger seats of the car. In a garage, he raps while surrounded by women, and is seen atop a car. 21 Savage performs his verse standing next to JID. Baby Tate sings while lying on top of a car. When the beat switches, the video transitions to black and white. The scene changes to that of an "eerie" house, where JID raps the last verse. Multiple clones of him are also seen in the house.
Surround Sound
Jid Lyrics
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I know I can't afford to stop
For one moment
That it's too soon to for-
Push the fuckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get the strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town, down (uh, uh, wow)
Puttin' rap on my back and I'm black and, snatchin' crowns (uh, whoa)
I done came back around like a nigga sellin' crack and pounds
I got a bag now but it's nothin' to brag 'bout
Gun blast in the background (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-dot-soot)
I'm a black man with the blood hounds
MAC-10 makin' love sounds to a bad chick, she from Uptown
I'm from down South, not a loud mouth
We could fuck around (whoa, shit, whoa)
Hit the music, baby, cut it down (whoa, shit, whoa)
Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably (whoa, whoa, whoa, shit, whoa)
I feel like I'ma bust now
I feel like a buss down (whoa, shit)
When I shine bright, blind niggas is up now (whoa, shit, whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
In the cut big black truck (whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
Pack sacked up, you can pick it up now (whoa, shit, oh)
Nigga, fuck it, okay (ayy)
Push the fuckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get the strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town, down
Puttin' rap on my back and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
I know I can't afford to stop
For one moment
That it's too soon to for-
Me and my money attached emotionally
I get to clutchin' if you get too close to me
I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be
Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coachin' me
Four hundred racks ain't shit but a show to me
I'm on the road and I bet that yo' ho with me
When I'm in traffic it's always a pole with me
Pillsbury, man, I keep dough with me
Hit from the back, she givin' me slurp and I ain't even pull my pants down
Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down
Draw down, hands in the air, nigga, make one move, get gunned down
Givin' out smoke so long, they don't even wanna talk no more, they just run now
No lock doors, I serve with a chop, bitch got spent, she was hangin' with a opp
We call him Mickey, he talk to the cops, I was on Pinedale, glass in the sock
Back in the day, I invest in the block, fast forward now I'm investin' in stocks
I put a drum on a Heckler & Koch, don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots
Push the fuckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get the strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town, down
Puttin' rap on my back and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
I put the pussycat in his face 'cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge
Then I took it back, now he say that he shakin' and he shiverin'
Like the way it taste and he ain't ate it in a minute
They call me Yung Baby, but I still got hella ch-
Oh, shit, run that motherfuckin' crown, you bitch
You motherfuckin' bitch (oh, shit)
Uh, shit
Sorry in advance for my bros, they'll whoop a nigga ass
What you whippin' up? (Whoa)
JID in the back, if you lookin' for the dope
Niggas got it in the bag 'cause we trappin' on the low
And I'm the shit with the flow, huh, give me a joke
Heard a nigga say that you the next? No, no, no, I'm the best
Tell them bitches stop the mothafuckin' press
Press stop, fuck a top five list
Get 'em a vest, he get lopsided
Fuck the cops we was runnin' from Rottweilers
Most of my partnas ain't have poppa just a popped condom
Couple kids with Alzheimer's, .40 on his side, boy, you Mike Alstott
He on the block violent
Robbin' niggas in the hood and then swap genres
Green light, line a nigga up, stop sign him
Keep drivin', you will not find him
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma anom-anomaly
I turned into a rapper ironically
I ran the bag up, back up, niggas is on to me (whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
Niggas should honor me, if you think I'm a wannabe (whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
It's pretty comedy, I'm melancholy and cool, so calmly (whoa, shit)
Bussin' moves, my truths carry velocity (whoa, shit, whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
Same posse since OshPosh B'gosh, pussyclot
Treat the rappin' like I'm pushin' rock (whoa, shit, whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
On the stove with the Pyrex pot
The door stay locked, it don't say knock
We on they block, we own they block (whoa, shit, whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
It's Monopoly games, we stole they properties
Smooth talkin' and moonwalkin'
The same lil' niggas, small pond but a pool shark (whoa, shit, whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
I aim big stick, knock chalk off cue balls (whoa, shit)
Bang this shit (bang, bang, bang)
(Bang, bang, bang)
For one moment
That it's too soon to for-
Push the fuckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get the strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town, down (uh, uh, wow)
Puttin' rap on my back and I'm black and, snatchin' crowns (uh, whoa)
I done came back around like a nigga sellin' crack and pounds
I got a bag now but it's nothin' to brag 'bout
Gun blast in the background (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-dot-soot)
I'm a black man with the blood hounds
MAC-10 makin' love sounds to a bad chick, she from Uptown
I'm from down South, not a loud mouth
We could fuck around (whoa, shit, whoa)
Hit the music, baby, cut it down (whoa, shit, whoa)
Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably (whoa, whoa, whoa, shit, whoa)
I feel like I'ma bust now
I feel like a buss down (whoa, shit)
When I shine bright, blind niggas is up now (whoa, shit, whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
In the cut big black truck (whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
Pack sacked up, you can pick it up now (whoa, shit, oh)
Nigga, fuck it, okay (ayy)
Push the fuckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get the strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town, down
Puttin' rap on my back and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
I know I can't afford to stop
For one moment
That it's too soon to for-
Me and my money attached emotionally
I get to clutchin' if you get too close to me
I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be
Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coachin' me
Four hundred racks ain't shit but a show to me
I'm on the road and I bet that yo' ho with me
When I'm in traffic it's always a pole with me
Pillsbury, man, I keep dough with me
Hit from the back, she givin' me slurp and I ain't even pull my pants down
Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down
Draw down, hands in the air, nigga, make one move, get gunned down
Givin' out smoke so long, they don't even wanna talk no more, they just run now
No lock doors, I serve with a chop, bitch got spent, she was hangin' with a opp
We call him Mickey, he talk to the cops, I was on Pinedale, glass in the sock
Back in the day, I invest in the block, fast forward now I'm investin' in stocks
I put a drum on a Heckler & Koch, don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots
Push the fuckin' pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get the strap, if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town, down
Puttin' rap on my back and I'm blackin', snatchin' crowns
I put the pussycat in his face 'cause he stay off Cheshire Bridge
Then I took it back, now he say that he shakin' and he shiverin'
Like the way it taste and he ain't ate it in a minute
They call me Yung Baby, but I still got hella ch-
Oh, shit, run that motherfuckin' crown, you bitch
You motherfuckin' bitch (oh, shit)
Uh, shit
Sorry in advance for my bros, they'll whoop a nigga ass
What you whippin' up? (Whoa)
JID in the back, if you lookin' for the dope
Niggas got it in the bag 'cause we trappin' on the low
And I'm the shit with the flow, huh, give me a joke
Heard a nigga say that you the next? No, no, no, I'm the best
Tell them bitches stop the mothafuckin' press
Press stop, fuck a top five list
Get 'em a vest, he get lopsided
Fuck the cops we was runnin' from Rottweilers
Most of my partnas ain't have poppa just a popped condom
Couple kids with Alzheimer's, .40 on his side, boy, you Mike Alstott
He on the block violent
Robbin' niggas in the hood and then swap genres
Green light, line a nigga up, stop sign him
Keep drivin', you will not find him
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma anom-anomaly
I turned into a rapper ironically
I ran the bag up, back up, niggas is on to me (whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
Niggas should honor me, if you think I'm a wannabe (whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
It's pretty comedy, I'm melancholy and cool, so calmly (whoa, shit)
Bussin' moves, my truths carry velocity (whoa, shit, whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
Same posse since OshPosh B'gosh, pussyclot
Treat the rappin' like I'm pushin' rock (whoa, shit, whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
On the stove with the Pyrex pot
The door stay locked, it don't say knock
We on they block, we own they block (whoa, shit, whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
It's Monopoly games, we stole they properties
Smooth talkin' and moonwalkin'
The same lil' niggas, small pond but a pool shark (whoa, shit, whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
I aim big stick, knock chalk off cue balls (whoa, shit)
Bang this shit (bang, bang, bang)
(Bang, bang, bang)
The lyrics of JID's song "Surround Sound" delve into themes of violence, drug dealing, and the pressure to succeed despite the odds. The opening lines reveal the urgency of the rapper's situation: "I know I can't afford to stop / For one moment / That it's too soon to..." The singer cannot afford to fail or pause in his pursuit of financial success because of the risk of faltering in the cutthroat world of drug dealing. The use of onomatopoeia throughout the song, such as the sound of gunshots or the surrounding sounds when a pack of drugs is blown, adds to the gritty and tense atmosphere of the song.
In the second verse, JID boasts about his financial success and attachment to money. He admits to being a "clutch" person, indicating he fears losing grip of his newfound wealth. He raps about his dangerous lifestyle, which includes handling guns and degrading women. The chorus repeats lines about drug dealing, emphasizing the importance of profit and success in JID's world. The final verse touches on JID's rap career and his early struggles, implying that he made it big by selling drugs. Overall, "Surround Sound" is an intense song that describes the unsettling realities of drug dealing and the pressures to succeed at all costs.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Charles Singleton, Destin Choice Route, Eddie P. Snyder, Gabriel Guerra, Nuri Saberin, Tate Sequoya Farris, John Christopher II Welch, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
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@jid6871
Surround Sound 🔈🔈🔈🔈play dat bitch loud!!!
@i_am_pranit3408
yessirrrr
@HiHelloHi
Yo
@Boogalyhu
You blessed usssss 🙏🏽
@santiii3984
Always a good day when we get a new J.I.D. Track. He’s Mos Def the G.O.A.T. With the flow. J.I.D. Is so ahead of his time and right on time at the same time. Love the “Mrs. Fat booty” beat
@tafadzwamurahwa9224
as always sirrr
@samuelfosuhene4248
21’s growth as rapper over the past 6 years has been phenomenal to say the least
@peppaeyez5485
Dude really developed as a rapper and he spits bars so effortlessly now
@julienmarchand2153
Big FACTS ! It's one of the things that makes me the most happy, now everytime 21 rap he can handle everyone on a track, just by his voice and flow. Dope Rapper, he's got his own style he master.
@Carlito_Brigante
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