[Verse One: J.I.D]

Back, Ok

Back off the shits got me deep in some shit

I see the world acting like real niggas don't exist

I love Atlanta but this the new home of the (noise)

Them niggas done took it over so I'm stuck with all the bitches

Good problems gotta get out the hood problems

Little violence use that little violin to ease your pain

Pick a perfect paragraph and then chime in

I say its been been time to let the god in

Black proud well endowed

When in doubt let them hear me out

Don't give a fuck how you feel about

Try and take shit slow feeling doubt

I'mma jump in head first and usually end up foot to mouth

But thats okay tho beat the fuck out of plain clothed oppressor

Barely get your badge before I go and get this Wesson

Can't prosper in the form of any weapon

But thank god for this gun giving them blessing

Im giving them hell or I'm giving them heaven

Hella strength in my hair and my heritage

Black proud well endowed

Not embarrassed in my sweats and your girlfriend staring

Like this dick ain't for cheap free or on clearance

She want the empire with the howard like Terrence

They hate us niggas want to know why ask your parents

They hate my niggas want to know why?

Damn

[Verse Two: Straightface Forever]

On my holy diver shit spitting without consequence

Metatron blessings got the god overconfident

Married to the nine in my laptop bag

Columbine to the mind of the zeitgeist past

Ain't a weapon in the world that'll blow my wig off

Pissed off I'm aiming for the top no Bischoffs

Criss-Crossed choking on the noose where they leapt off

Momma I'm just trying to eat

The police shooting at us and banging on the blocks they own

The DA is stunting on the souls they own

The devil coldly profit off the trends they clone

You know America is blessed because it's God they own

In the land of the free where you pay just to eat

Where reality is happily traded in for some sleep

Instead of fighting the system we on our knees every week

Begging peace for the weak

See the blood on my sheets

This the bed that was made for me

Sleep christened by the deaths of the old homies

Holy water in the 40 facing truth by the ounce

Black proud my fist in the air as I pounce

Kill them all been the motto wasn't raised no bitch

Got them tweaking for the gospel

Skipping rent for a fix

Straightfacing competition til I drown underground

Everybody want to stunt til the flood come around

[Bridge]

In my fathers eyes

I know I've been made whole

In my fathers eyes

I know I've been made whole

[Outro]

Why they always try to off the niggas

Why my people quick to grant forgiveness

And my niggas say why the police always fucking with me

Evil whipping Porsches niggas whipping in the kitchen mane

Why they always try to off the niggas

Why my people quick to grant forgiveness

And my niggas say why the police always fucking with me

Evil whipping Porsches niggas whipping in the kitchen mane