Bakin’

By JID

On Verses III

Released on September 14, 2015

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[Verse 1]

I never made my bed when I wake up

I never had a job and if I did, I'd quit it after the pay cut

Swinging on the branches, a gorilla in the night

Don't wanna wake up the lions, tell your boys [Tread light and step soft.]

Wake up the kush with the iced coffee

I often dissolve diluted rappers with dissolvent

Ballsy young brawler jaws clenched snarling

Growling a hundred and fifty pounds of astounding

Throw my E's Up from Cali to stone mountain

Can't my mind on my dome

Dammit if I stood on my money, I'd shrink a little bit

Being broke make you think a little bit

Not a bit about the shits

If you with it, then how you gon' get it

High in the kitchen dodging cop shots and the swastickas

Shorty all fine and provocative, for now I need oxygen

But later we could get it popping, Mary Poppins

Cause you all fly and you popular

The “X” man.] tripping

He outside of the Waffle House, he's got the choppers out

Put down that bacon where all that beef you that you was talking bout


[Verse 2]

Screws missing maybe

Screws losse [?] I'm missing daily

Ain't no time to waste now, I'm out [?] the pavement

Playing on the phone, what you want you ain't finna play me

Orders raised, oh well, the first is on the [?]

Tryna meet me where I'm staying, just meet me where I tell you

Show me love on the scale bruh, you get just what I sell you

I'm stressed out, I used to do a lot, I do less now

So when niggas scheme and plot, I get left out


[?]

Got niggas asking how he rap so good

Cause niggas [?] cause they act so good

Every track identical from front to back, I can't listen

It's wack, don't be offended, it's just a nigga's opinion

Cause maybe if my shit ain't hitting when they hear my shit

And maybe my shit make [?]

I smoke chronic, I'm bout to show niggas how I'm a problem

And the ying-yang gon' wonder why I talk I talk, bitch


[Verse 3: Mike G]

I made it my life's purpose to put rappers in hearses

And move around this earth to acquire what I deserve

I got rhymes that will make beats need [?]

All these bitches should know my intentions

I'm playing hopscotch [?] these hot shots

Since we playing Scarface, [?] is my block

I promise I will never stop going in

Tell anyone who questions to guess again

And congratulations to whoever is next to win, but

I get love, sometimes I'm feeling like the President

These rappers are actors that should take five, go hide

I said [?] bring 'em alive

Hard enough to play this game called life try to survive

And knowing you get hate, you should take it and strive

Now I'm strolling through the south and I'm rolling through backwoods

I can bring [?] the world out the house

I can come out with purple rain in the drought

How could you live without this

I'ma show you all we gotta do is the best you could

To think like the most than your mind, I'm that good