God's Pocket - Spillage Village, J.I.D, EarthGang

JID

My Grandpoppa was a share croppa

My Father’s Step-Father actually

Only Granddad I knew because my Pops real Father had passed so recently he been

digging deeper in our family lineage

Tryna see where we get our name and looks from

His Mother’s only son, he got a bunch of sisters

And my Granny had *static* ten children ahh

Not a hoe but rather promiscuous

She ain’t a hoe though, said we can go though

What you say about my Grandmomma?

like hold up, anyways you get the jist of the

statement a woman changes, but a man’s name never changes

We just digging into the roots and skipping over the branches to get to the

truth of the strange fruit

In the midst of that we just dropped the roof and then exchange flows with your

boo

Blasé blah whoopty whoop

Hazard lights, in a random funeral line

Cuz' I don’t really know who died, I’m just really that lonely

Best believe at funeral I’mma cry for the homie

All dramatic and loud, pouring alcohol loud

Addiction got me at my momma house, dragging a couch

To the cavern where the dragons hang out

Somewhere along the line I lost it

My last drip drop of the conscious

And my dreams too

And my mind is the sharpest

My face is confused because you talking and talking while I’m just staying

aloof (uh huh)

If you niggas caught reality, it’s really the truth

And then a bigfoot nigga turn the cherry to juice

Never embarrassed by nothing, quite the contrary my dude

I stopped giving a fuck when I started rapping up

Clockwork, the way my cock work

A fine tuned machine, nah mean, nah mean, nah mean