[Intro: JID]

Bum-bum-bum, ba-dum-bum, bum-bum

Bum-bum-bum, ba-dum-bum, bum-bum

Bum-bum-bum, ba-dum-bum, bum-bum

Aye, aye, aye, a-bum-bum-bum, aye

Look, look

[Verse 1: JID]

J-I-D back in the city with it

Jiddy done been all across the globe

They say "JID a scribbler, he silly with it"

"When he spittin', I hope he don’t sell his soul"

"He should be good, man, he signed to Cole"

"He from the hood, nigga, down the road"

"He was just juggin' right by the store"

Then they saw the patrol, it was time to roll

Saw the patrol, it was time to ride

Motor runnin' on Memorial Drive

Got a country cousin cruisin’ with the blammer

In Savannah at the Florida-Georgia line

Got a couple family members in Atlanta

Not Atlanta, we let Omerettà decide

They just gon' let that Beretta fly

'Cause you niggas buggin', spray pesticides

It's me and the bros, it's no extra guys

And they movin' weight, it's no exercise

We could pick a date to come stretch you out

Only showin’ muscle when it’s flexin' time

You could see the hustle, you could recognize

Overcame struggle when the Devil tried

Lemme bear it all when I’m tellin' God

You know I'ma rant when I talk to Jah

[Pre-Chorus: JID]

Nigga say that I can't, damn lie

Ain’t dappin' no hand, sanitize

We gon' slide on your man, landslide

There's a nine in my pants, hand cocked

You gon' try to recant, you can't now

I could step on a ant, ant pile

I'ma shoot at the ground, dance now

Dan—, ooh, dan—, pshh, dan—

[Chorus: Kenny Mason]

Oh, what a handsome gift (Yeah)

To live in the land of sin (Uh)

Ridin' with bags and bricks (Uh)

And my lil' nasty chick (Yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah)

That's what I asked of Him (Uh)

Told me He'd grant my wish (Yeah)

You dance with the devil (Oh, oh)

You'll never dance again (Oh, oh)

[Post-Chorus: JID & Kenny Mason]

Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan—

Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan—

Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan— (Ah, ah, ah, ah)

Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan— (Oh, oh, oh, oh)

(I'm not a—, I'm not a—, uh)

[Verse 2: JID]

I'm not a two-steppin' man, I said, "I do not dance"

It's a gun inside my pants, and the whole world's in his hands (Dance)

It depends, penny for your sins (For your sins)

Shootin' up the block, can't stop revenge (Oh)

Nappy dreadlocks like a rasta man (Rasta man)

Where the story ends and the plot begins

Uh, look, momma said, "The messiah's in moccasins

Tryna save the kids in them apartments

And show a way to live with other options"

Opulence, decadence, black excellence and lots of it

I could cop the newest Beamer, Bentley or Balenciaga's

I could pay for this lil' nigga scholarship

I ain't caught up in rap nigga politics

Play with me and you playin' yourself

Playin' with death, say him a prayer

Cathy and Carl got a K on the shelf

I'm in DeKalb County open-carryin', caterin', chef

Cookin' up another plate of the best

Me and Christo got it poppin' like it's Crisco

Fried chicken, I'm lickin' her thighs

Then I put my face in her breasts

I took a drive, my plug on the West side

Of Atlanta, he known to finesse guys

With the hammer on Campbellton, headshots

On the camera, knock out a dreadlock

That's a felony charge, he caught a F

Niggas come to the A and get X'd out (Facts)

But I only been here 'cause I'm tryna help

Only one you can help is yourself now

[Pre-Chorus: JID]

Nigga say that I can't, damn lie

Ain't dappin' no hand, sanitize

We gon' slide on your man, landslide

There's a nine in my pants, hand cocked

You gon' try to recant, you can't now

I could step on a ant, ant pile

I'ma shoot at the ground, dance now

Dan—, ooh, dan—, pshh, dan—

[Chorus: Kenny Mason]

Oh, what a handsome gift

To live in the land of sin (Uh)

Ridin' with bags and bricks

And my lil' nasty chick (Ah, ah, ah, ah)

That's what I asked of Him (Uh)

Told me He'd grant my wish (Yeah)

You dance with the devil (Oh, oh)

You'll never dance again (Oh, oh)

[Post-Chorus: JID & Kenny Mason]

Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan—

Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan—

Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan— (Ah, ah, ah, ah)

Dance now, dan—, dan—, pshh, dan— (Oh, oh, oh, oh)

[Outro: Kenny Mason & Jesse Royal]

Life is a journey, you know? Not a destination

Lean not towards the egoistic intonations (Ah, ah, ah, ah)

Positive vibrations bring real liberation (Oh, oh, oh, oh)

It's the will of the heart, the strength of the mind

And the love of the creator that will help us rise out of these sadistic situations (Ah, ah, ah, ah)

And experience the purity that exists in our creation, you know? (Oh, oh, oh, oh)