October / 3 Storms

By JID

On Para Tu

Released on October 21, 2013

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[Verse 1: J.I.D]

I had a dream, had a dream

Seen things, tryna paint a scene

Lot of weed so I don't really dream

More like a kush coma 'cause this shit was distinct

Yea, I ain't go too deep just to tell you I'll be the king by the end of the week

Exit the stage to your left, take that front row seat, you've been impeached

She wet them sheets when I rap offbeat

JID DiCaprio, put a cap in your soul, dig deep

That nigga a fool, he shot the nigga midweek

Couldn't sleep for a week and he still on the streets

I'm just another man in the mind from the East

Had to put down the cleats when I picked up the beats

Rapping under my helmet, they throwing hail marys

Hellbent on being the best, I had to pick one so tell me about it

Nah, that's just combat for you wombats

Your niggas react like tomcats to a strong bat

My niggas just tell me they want that so they hunt that

Taunt that until it's in a lunch sack, greatness

Get your show or your stage ripped, going ape shit

I'm just a nigga from the 6, hop off the grave-shift

Slave-shift, great shit, momma I made it

And I hope it never fades but it will one day

In the days that y'all got to suck seeds to fucking succeed

I'm in my all black tuxedo, hair nappy

JID Buckwheat

My girl tryna leave cuz she probably tryna fuck me

Probably tryna puff weed


[Interlude: J.I.D]

Blood on the leaves, blood on the leaves

They killing niggas for drugs, that's blood on the weed

Some dumb shit


[Verse 2: Johnny Venus]

Initial, Check

Sweat drippin' down my neck

Anybody's guess what a nigga gon' do next

First chair, I can't rest

Middle names yet I'm anxious

These niggas ain't about they Hanes yet

Nightmares, I can't breath

Pain test, asteroid, I came blessed

Still, Spill Vill til they sorting out my will

Lehman Brothers, Goldman Sachs, 'til they sorting out my deal

Southwest, where they sort it out with steel

Carnegie, Rockefeller, head out in Ben Hill

Hotter than that TEC that he caught off a deal

Had to keep him safe, keep his body count nil

Crazy like that man Joey Bad back in South By, standing next to strangers

He stepping on my J's but it ain't nothing, I'm humble

Can't wait to grab the microphone and make that thing run, tho

Drove 5 states just for 15 minutes

All through the hate just for 15 minutes

Make it even worse dog, yea we ain't hit it

Conscious up ended

Face so offended

Drugs help me blend it though

So now I'm high and low, you know

Tryna get a hoe, life reciprocals

She beg don't let her thighs go

I beg don't let my eyes close


[Bridge]


[Verse 3: Doctur Dot]

Uh Huh

Come sit beside a suicide survivor

You can die tonight, bruh

You can die tonight, bruh

You can die tonight, bruh

Won't nobody find ya body if I hide ya

Lose ya like a lighter

Always been evasive when it came to conversation

Fuck whatever question you asking off top

Keep it locked like the Ness monster freaking out the Scots

God is the best sponsor of my freaky thoughts, ooo wee

She's a freaky girl, She's a leaky faucet

On my semi tall shit

Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy naw kids

What that got you feeling so important

Of course that's some bullshit

Got a following from these recordings

And now them courses in college, kinda pointless

Whatever, I enjoyed fucking every little spoiled bitch

Daddy had your life planned out 'fore you was born bitch and your rebellion was taking long dick

It's the nocturnal, Doc-turnal, hotbox burner, popping like cob kernel, Cobb County Counts

Always fucking with a dark person filthier than Pac murder files in a pile of dirty towels

Some real rabble rousers in your house

Cut the lights, close the curtains

Couldn't clean the bloody sheets cuz we drank all the detergent

Masturbating, so perverted

Only take it if you serve it

Only thank you if it's perfect

You forget this-ugh-like honey bun, let that pussy cum right on my tongue

I'll leave you undone

Lighten up, thunder to come

It's a conundrum, why you still trying to run even though we know your body is numb?

Niggas flexing like the party was fun cuz the populars attended

Blah blah, fuck them niggas

Underdogs are better winners

Bet a miller I could get your bitch then get her wetter, clitter than them pitter patter strokes that you give her

Spillage Village