Jid – Lyrics of the Community | Genius lyrics

[Chorus: JID]
The rain could not understand it
The pain made them understand, shit
The sun has tried to understand
The pistol made me understand
The trial for rain whispering the warnin ‘
The Land Shakin ‘, the more the pace is huge
All forces like a portal to a vortex
Connected to the stars, simply projecting where we separate
Pull where you park
Aim a little dark (little slut)
Where is your bark?

[Verse 1: JID]
It would be a shame if you stay in the apartments
Barely twelve supporters came to them
Catch a game, then remove the apartments
I swear it’s like a party every day in the games
You have been raised in them “Parties, Dang
Jump a blow or join the gang in the games
My mom says we have to escape
These are tombs in the parts
And it shouldn’t end this way, because we don’t start shit
(Huh, look, okay)
I don’t give a damn about the industry
No one doesn’t care when Tay died in the street
I don’t make the shit you see on the screens
I was used with real things
I look at your rap cap and I unscrew things
I don’t give a damn about them negros at the top
The biggest Bloc nigga is always fired
Pop, you think of PAC, I think- (BRR)
I can’t talk about this shit You have to relaxHave you seen Fox?
Oxyal oxymI see a small money line
A way to play, although they say it is not familiar
It’s out of the oven, I say the words without filter
You must have a nerve, it will make you strong if he does not kill ‘ya’
I’m going to put a ball in Bob The Fuckin ‘Builder
‘Before they try to expel the building to us
What about children?
When I check an information chain, I get a similar feeling, but always
We are making paradise, high water or hell
But do not take the highways, two eight-five behind the fucking wheel
It’s like an alley
Even everything I could give to Christ, and I would do it twice
A shot killed Chris, heard the thunder hit with lightning
And always I did not feel shit, speaks of resilience
I was Stone Mountain locked up, where I perfected in my sparkle
It was after I took my talents to Virginie
Understood that they said shit for lovers, shit was the gutter, shit was grainy
I could tell you what it was, but let Bro tell you what I miss
Be careful

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
What I miss in my hood, I identified
Then I brought white to my hood, shit, I followed
We had military weapons, we were semper fi ‘
Empty point, let me simplify
I was a light corner boy
Green Sitter box, Crack Nigga
Try to jostle and act thicker
Six buyer of Deucce, the niggas really live The thread
Beautiful-garden, then we meteor to suppliers
In cage, in a sense, in a way to go out
Robocops on mountain bikes, does not pull Mace Out
Just try to go home, from Gettin ‘Chased
A week ago, a boy like me has no face now
Departments, projects, ghettos, all the same shit
Crazy like us hopscotch and duplicate danger
We ADHD and all the pills you have given us
How we are‘posed to treat this anger?

[Chorus: JID]
The rain could not understand it
The pain made them understand, shit
The sun has tried to understand
The pistol made me understand
The trial for rain whispering the warnin ‘
The Land Shakin ‘, the more the pace is huge
All forces like a portal to a vortex
Connected to the stars, simply projecting where we separate
Pull where you park
Target a little dark
Where is your bark?

[Verse 3: Malice]
My ghetto is not your culture, the niggas really die here
So difficult to say “goodbye”, it’s the only lullaby here
Kilos turnin ‘boys to men, I have to choose one side here
Some were Jesus Shuttlesworth, some of us were nasi
Over time, it’s an eye for an eye here
My Niggas Mob Deep, the most fit Gon survives here
We have the New Jersey Drive HERE, CHOP-CHOP, Roll here
This jack in the box should not be surprised here
You niggas rent to own, the street credit is refused here
Section 8 Livin ‘, we treat it as a multi -ownership
Mother, aunt, cousin, could not tell you who lives there
But never seen a father who was the government designed here
Conquer and divide here, crush and collide here
When the kings cannot raise a young prince, the doves cry here
Candylady right there, Zombieland right there
The parts “are the perfect backdrop for any nightmare