Crack Sandwich

Crack Sandwich (Explicit) - JID

Lyrics by：Destin Route/Carl McCormick/Thomas Brown/Dylan Ismael Teixeira/Benjamin Tolbert/John Welch

Composed by：Destin Route/Carl McCormick/Thomas Brown/Dylan Ismael Teixeira/Benjamin Tolbert/John Welch

Gotta bring it to you cowards y'all wanted it

Cowards and it's gonna be sicker than all the ******

Yeah uh look

You can tell a ***** like me ain't never had ****

R.I.P. I miss my dawgs like Mike Vick

Zombies in that midnight fog them bars sick 'em

Fall victim to a gun brawl started over some b***hes huh

****** trippin' they takin' whatever's given

The irony when a ****** starvin' gotta grip the biscuit

Jump the fence empty all the dishes out your kitchen

If you witness it then click click click and they spill the grits

Feel the kick **** a fair catch kill 'em who tryna take the hit

First take go to first base Stephen A. Smith Wess'

On the hip talkin' **** like Skip

Or Shannon sharp-shootin' off the top of the cliff

And if I gotta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be sick

Put in my ten thousand hours while the clock still ticks

Zone-6 five fingers with the "Suck my ****"

Me and Izzy was slap-boxin' ***** bust my lip

Start fightin' lil' brother on some tough guy ****

But if you ever did me wrong he on some "What's right" ****

Bust a left feel the pressure like the bus pipe drip

Blood red rum sippin' they ain't cut like this momma said

"When you fall down stand up get a bandage"

"I ain't got cheeseburger money make a sandwich"

"Why you bein' bad

See ya dad get your *** whipped"

Seven crackhead bad kids in a caravan

Somebody involved in stealin' it's on it wasn't

It's gon' be so bad

When the girl went off on Precious

The girl went off on Precious Rosalyn went in

No Rosalyn said "Oh for real I'll see you when you get outside"

Exactly exactly

That's okay my fault my fault my fault

For real

No no no no stop stop stop stop stop yo yo yo yo yo

Look uh

You can tell a ***** like me ain't met a ***** like me

Metaphysical things seen in dreams what you believe

You bleed I bleed and draw blood

I'm a ****** artiste

Artest with the gun

I can give my world peace give your world ether

Big **** or grief I can give your girl either

She could be the could be the collapse of a kingdom

But king's gotta peep the seat word to Caesar

Remind me to keep receipts y'all **** weak

I ain't worried that that bull**** leaked

See the volumes it speaks to your broke speakers

N***as breakin' they back tryna promote some **** that ain't even ****

They ask for my coat when I walk through the door

God flow I don't walk on the floor

God knows y'all h*es y'all shows ain't packin' the door

Crackin' the floor I don't even know if *****s rappin' no more

Uh okay

'Round in my city I am my shooter

Mindin' my business I am not you

'Round in my city I am my shooter

Mindin' my business I am not you

'Round in my city I am my shooter

Mindin' my business I am not you

'Round in my city I am my shooter

Mindin' my business how about you

Look uh I do it for Royal and Rosalyn Rachel and Carl

Izzy Precious Destin strong seven kids different blessings

Hey

Izzy athletic as ****

All-American star hard head

Scholarship at a school in New Orleans

On the football **** but in class he on the smart ****

Hey

Black man using his mind it's a target on your forehead

Gotta stay on point like a marksman

Make a mark leave a footprint went for a marching

Bro graduating so we heading to the blue state

Fam' celebrating granny cooking up a few cakes

Yeah gown on with the cap like a toupee

Handed a diploma all the Routes say "Hooray"

Yeah hooray today catch a bouquet

Tonight it probably be a movie what's a Blu-Ray

I got some new Js and a fade we hit the section

With the football team and a couple other professionals

It sound cool but really this a confessional

Hey

Twenty minutes in it Precious and 'nem went to the restroom

Said they got to hittin' with some women and they 'bout to get kicked out

They ain't even tell us what that **** was about

All I really seen from the big VIP couch

Was a ***** swing it hit my sister right in the mouth

The bouncer tried to block the door that way we couldn't get out

But **** that the whole team bust that mother****er down

Now we fighting in the street it's like ten against twenty-three

I was seventeen swinging on any and everything

Bing bing see my brother doing buddy like a boxing ring

Ros' got a b***h doing the hair weave sling

So beautiful beating a*s was like a family thing

Fighting together made us tighter in spite of how we would argue and scream

And now we brawling right outside of a party in New Orleans

And all the people start police-calling

Pack us inside of a paddy wagon we sardines

To Saltine crackers that wanna shackle us in chains

Hey

Lo and behold they held us in a holding cell for six

Or maybe seven hours just to let us go without a stain

But who's to blame when all of us got the same mind frame

We like a gang mom and pop'll probably be proud and ashamed

Pound for pound my sister Precious never lost a fade

Got up off the ground and she said she could hear my father sayin'

"When you fall down stand up get the bandage"

"I ain't got cheeseburger money make a sandwich"

"Why you bein' bad

See ya dad get your *** whipped"

Seven crackhead bad kids in a caravan yeah

Hold on hold on hold on

What happened

What happened

What happened

We came in the club

We're talking we go in the restaurant

I go in the bathroom open the door

"Dang B you could've said sorry"

Ros' said "B you ain't gotta say all that it ain't that serious"

And she was all "Oh it's that serious because you were in the bathroom"

Ros' said "Okay B I got you B come outside"

Taj she opened the door Rosalyn said "Roof"

I said "Okay we fighting"

**** she was in the stall

Oh the stall door

Yeah she was peeing girl she pulled her pants up

She opened the door and received it

Rosalyn met her

Ayy you know what