JID: 31 (FREESTYLE)

Natty dreadlock-ness monster, smokin' ganja (Cole)
Money dance, hop in the vans, we will sponsor (You stupid)
Gun in hand, I ain't threatin' it, 'cause it's a promise
Gonna plan, you ain't takin' nothin' I've accomplished
Come in, step outside, it's all violence
I should resurrect Abe and get slavery abolished
I scribble the page, Cole got the Ableton knockin'
I'm feelin' a way, you get in the way, I'm feelin' a wave of blockin'
Ni**as knockin', and I know the block is watchin'
You a prophet, or you only out for profit
Runnin' fades, sippin' water out the faucet my adolescent days
But out of penny, out of pocket, out of circuit, out of socket
My plugs speakin' a language of drugs, it's jaw droppin'
Lock in, got me feelin' like Pac, and it's the apocalypse
And I don't politic with the policies of the parliament
Pardon JID, part of my ni**as comin' from all sides
Place your top five in the archive
Besides all of the rap guys findin' another rapper dick to ride
Bunch of sperm bank workers and y'all been drinkin' on the job
Oh God, try offer him tides for a peace of mind
But now I gotta grab my piece 'fore a ni**a try leave with a piece of mine, uh
I got the blinds up, mindin' my business, 'cause I ain't got the time
Mindin' my business, I got a business mind
Monitor how that clock tickin', I'm tryna monetize
Sex and medicine, the dollar signs
Tyin' up all the loose ends, crossin' my Ts, dottin' my Is
Play with me or mine, dye on his tee, Comme des Garçons
He flee-flyin', Fred VanVleet, that .223 flyin'
Throw a peace sign with the pinky, now it's the eastside
It's Mr. Fee-fi-fo-fumblin' through the green guys
A rapper reach out, it's a hundred thousand to feature to kick a freestyle (Shit)
Off of the dome, I'm walkin' alone
Hearin' so many ni**as talk of the throne
I never been a part of the wave with followin' flows
I could say I'm better than- hmm, but you already know (Shit, look)
You ready? Get set for the show