Straightface Forever, JID - 1927 Lyrics

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 aint 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

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 wasnt 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

In my fathers eyes
I know I've been made whole
In my fathers eyes
I know I've been made whole

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