Crack Sandwich Lyrics

Crack Sandwich - JID

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Gotta bring it to you cowards, y'all wanted it

Cowards, and it's gonna be sicker than all the n-

Yeah, uh, look

You can tell a n- like me ain't never had sh-

R.I.P., I miss my dawgs like Mike Vick

Zombies in that midnight fog, them bars sick 'em

Fall victim to a g- brawl, started over some b-, huh

N- tripping, they taking whatever's given

The irony when a n- starving, gotta grip the biscuit

Jump the fence, empty all the dishes out your kitchen

If you witness it, then click, click, click, and they spill the grits

Feel the kick, fuck a fair catch, kill 'em, who tryna take the hit?

First take go to first base, Stephen A. Smith Wess'

On the hip, talking sh- like Skip

Or Shannon, sharp-shooting' off the top of the cliff

And if I gotta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be sick

Put in my ten thousand hours while the clock still ticks

Zone-six, five fingers with the "Suck my d-"

Me and Izzy was slap-boxing, n- bust my lip

Start fighting, lil' brother on some tough guy sh-

But if you ever did me wrong, he on some "What's right?" sh-

Bust a left, feel the pressure like the bus pipe drip

Blood red, rum sipping, they ain't cut like this, momma said

"When you fall down, stand up, get a bandage"

"I ain't got cheeseburger money, make a sandwich"

"Why you being bad? See your dad, get your a- whipped"

Seven c-head bad kids in a caravan

Somebody involved in stealing, it's on, it wasn't

It's gon' be so bad

When the girl went off on Precious

The girl went off on Precious, Rosalyn went in

No, Rosalyn said, "Oh, for real, I'll see you when you get outside"

Exactly, exactly

That's okay, my fault, my fault, my fault

For real? No, no, no, no

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo (look, uh)

You can tell a n- like me ain't met a n- like me

Metaphysical things seen in dreams, what you believe?

You believe I bleed, then draw blood

I'm a f- artiste, Artest with the g-

I can give my world peace, give your world ether

Big d- or grief, I can give your girl either

She could be the, could be the collapse of a kingdom

But king's gotta peep the seat, word to Caesar

Remind me to keep receipts, y'all sh- weak

I ain't worried that that bullsh- leaked

See the volumes, it speaks to your broke speakers

N- breaking they back tryna promote some sh- that ain't even dope

They ask for my coat when I walk through the door

God flow, I don't walk on the floor

God knows y'all h-, y'all shows ain't packing the door

C- the floor, I don't even know if n- rapping no more

Come on (uh okay)

Running my city, I am my shooter

Minding my business, I am not you

Running my city, I am my shooter

Minding my business, I am not you

Running my city, I am my shooter

Minding my business, I am not you

Running my city, I am my shooter

Minding my business, how about you?

Look, uh, I do it for Royal and Rosalyn, Rachel and Carl

Izzy, Precious, Destin, strong seven kids, different blessings (hey)

Izzy athletic as f-, All-American star, hard head

Scholarship at a school in New Orleans

On the football sh-, but in class, he on the smart sh- (hey)

Black man using his mind, it's a target on your forehead

Gotta stay on point like a marksman

Make a mark, leave a footprint, went for a marching

Bro graduating so we heading to the blue state

Fam' celebrating, granny cooking up a few cakes

Yeah, gown on with the cap like a toupee

Handed a diploma, all the Routes say, "Hooray"

Yeah, hooray, today, catch a bouquet

Tonight it probably be a movie, what's a Blu-Ray?

I got some new J's and a fade, we hit the section

With the football team and a couple other professionals

It sound cool but really, this a confessional (hey)

20 minutes in it, Precious and 'nem went to the restroom

Said they got to hitting with some women and they 'bout to get kicked out

They ain't even tell us what that sh- was about

All I really seen from the big VIP couch

Was a n- swing, and hit my sister right in the mouth

The bouncer tried to block the door, that way we couldn't get out

But f- that, the whole team bust that motherf- down

Now we fighting in the street, it's like 10 against 23

I was 17, swinging on any and everything

Bing, bing, see my brother doing buddy like a boxing ring

Ros' got a b- doing the hair weave sling

So beautiful, beating a- was like a family thing

Fighting together made us tighter in spite of how we would argue and scream

And now we brawling right outside of a party in New Orleans

And all the people start police-calling

Pack us inside of a paddy wagon, we sardines

To Saltine crackers that wanna shackle us in chains (hey)

Lo and behold, they held us in a holding cell for six

Or maybe seven hours just to let us go without a stain

But who's to blame when all of us got the same mind frame?

We like a gang, mom and pop'll probably be proud and ashamed

Pound for pound, my sister Precious never lost a fade

Got up off the ground and she said she could hear my father saying

"When you fall down, stand up, get the bandage"

"I ain't got cheeseburger money, make a sandwich"

"Why you being bad? See