[Intro]

Hip-hop (Hip-hop, hip-hop)

Yeah (Yeah)

Niggas not gettin' money

Uh, look

[Verse 1]

I gave them niggas two summers to get their shit right

On the surface, I was cool, but it killed me on the inside

As my pen glide across the page, it reminded of the days

Before guns, we ran fades and had fist-fights

I never been afraid of anybody. Get a brick and hit a big guy

But it's not Friday; niggas slidin' after midnight

Playin' cops and robbers, stagin' robberies excited me

Until that grip of life held on me tighter than a pit fight

[Chorus]

(Uh, look. Okay) Young black Rambo, ridin' in the Lambo'

Gun packed, ammo. Ridin' with the—, yeah

Young black Rambo, ridin' in the Lambo'

Young black (Rambo), ride with the—, yeah

Young black—, ride with the—

Young black Rambo, ridin' in the Lambo' (Uh)

Gun packed, ammo. Ridin' in the Lambo' (Uh, uh)

Young black (Rambo), ridin' with the—, yeah (Look, uh, alright)

[Verse 2]

Young black nigga got a dumb sack

Lil' Jiddy talkin' big shit, that's a contrast

I could triple-task, tickle-tickle, make her cum fast

Why drive in the whip? Crash, you only have one chance

I only got one job (What the fuck is that?) To make your fuckin' head bob

And turn the bear knob on the speaker to shake a dreadlock

Besides that, I done had this shit inside a headlock

Tryna get paid off and make off like Bernie Madoff

The vibe that the pie multiply plus divide that

R.I.P, my guy, you know we cryin' 'til the sky's black

Shades that match on my face, never show my reaction

I'm quarterbackin', throwin' dimes, avoid the sackin'

I feel the magic, can't imagine what I get for rappin'

I come up with that 'bout as quick as a finger snap

Off a snap finger, never knew I'd be a rap singer

Buyin' weed in the trap, lingering

It's just my brothers and me and we not Ringling

We just came to get some cheese, heard your pockets jinglin'

Jump a nigga, shoot a scene, word to John Singleton

Clip as long as Yao Ming, better stop minglin'

Now, they know me overseas, out in London, England

Drinkin' unresponsibly, couldn't sneak the lean in (But we got the weed in)

God willin', I was able, but I'm not The Weeknd

A black Rambo in a Lambo' (Uh), I'm gettin' even (Shit, fuck)

[Chorus]

Uh, look, okay

Young black Rambo, ridin' in the Lambo'

Gun packed, ammo. Ridin' with the—, yeah

Young black Rambo, ridin' in the Lambo'

Young black (Rambo), ride with the—, yeah

Young black—, ride with the—

Young black Rambo, ridin' in the Lambo'

Gun packed, ammo. Ridin' in the Lambo' (Look, they done let me in this mo—)

Young black (Rambo), ridin' with the—, yeah (Fuck, fuck 'em, look)

[Verse 3]

They let me in the game, I get a toe in, I kicked the door in

I shot the doorman, I shot your folk'nem, I got the dope in (Yeah!)

I did my show then I fucked your ho'nem

I'm with my bro'nem, my niggas totin' (Chill out)

Twin Glock's, a couple Olsen's, I'm gettin' cozy in this bitch

Shoes off, dirty clothes in the open

None folded, I'm never foldin', I smell the Folgers

I'm in the mornin', plottin' with the southern soldiers

You never sober, you not a shooter, you Sefolosha

A self-illusion (Shit, shit)

We accept that there be challenges and we execute it

But now, I'm tryna find my balance on this pedestal. Rackin' in the revenue

The rage in my head and I see red from out my retinals

It's like a bomb, undetectable

And, technically, I been the best, but, we ain't bein' technical

But time'll be the test to tell, wins, fails, L's, all perceptual, yeah

And you don't wanna see JID in the zone

You fuck around, find JID in the back of your home

With a bookbag, war paint, vests, and some ammo

K over the shoulder, two Barretta's, I'm Rambo

Kids lend me your ear and remember's a Van Gogh

Hop out the van like Van Damme and let the can blow

Everyone scramblin' for shelter in shambles

The black Rambo, nigga, that's too much damn smoke

[Chorus]

(Uh, look, okay) Young black Rambo, ridin' in the Lambo'

Gun packed, ammo. Ridin' with the—, yeah

Young black Rambo, ridin' in the Lambo'

Young black (Rambo), ride with the—, yeah

Young black, ride with the (Look, and if I ride today, they probably ain't gon' want that)

Young black Rambo, ridin' in the Lambo' (And if I die today, they said I wouldn't come back)

Gun packed, ammo. Ridin' in the Lambo' (And if I ride today, they probably ain't gon' want that)

Young black (Rambo), ridin' with the—, yeah (And if I die today, they said I wouldn't come back)