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JID

God Does Like Ugly


Uh
Look, uh
Look
Dawg, uh

They say you throwed out, gangsta, gangsta
Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous
Drained and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?
Banged up, banger (look at this)
Tell them bitches stop playin' with us (uh, look)

I feel the anger, all way down to my ankles (yeah)
Tryna keep an ear, so yeah
I keep one in the chamber (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Punchin' the bed, we all blessed, fed and thankful (yeah)
Punchin' the bed, he bled tears, shed, painful
It's goin' to my head
don't let that picture that they paint you
in reflection turn deception in your brain
You want respect? Then give the same (uh)
Dealin' with some real shit, they fakin' beef, we
Call it competition, feel more like it's class participation
Get the gloves out, banger, banger
It ain't no love down south, memories painful
My patna got the plug down south, cartagena
Flew to Colombia, work muchos buenos
Shawty, you too thugged out (gangsta, gangsta)
Nah, fuck it, they say you too tough
Exterior black, ugly and rough (yeah)
Inferior to shirt and ties, suit with the tux (uh)
Tempered, you fuckity, sick and tired, he turned shit up
Bear wires, but not a bad guy
You know how black lives (don't) matter
We see the dead-end, the pattern apply
Don't feel pity, throw a party, nigga, pass me the mic
I be thinkin' maybe martin was wrong, malcolm was right

Fuck it, we thugged out, gangsta, gangsta
Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous
Drained and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?
Banged up, banger (look at this)
Tell them bitches stop playin' with us

Gangsta, gangsta (gangsta)
Gangsta, gangsta
Uh, look, yeah

I left the flame, they hit that game
but had to park on the dick
Took everything from out the whip
besides the [?] and the stick
It's hella dark, you can't see
shit behind this ten percent tint
I should get five percent tint, I been on kind of mischief
Probably when I'm ridin' through the city
Cops think I'm ridin' 'round to get it
Like I'm, tryna get money, 'cause the economy is shitty
Mind your business
write up the ticket while I'm windin' up the window
And this time we gotta win it
You know I'm all about the business
Kensington
Then got my out the free market
just got started reminiscin'
'Bout all them cars we tried to crack
Smash it, them doors we used to kick
Jack shit, we was sleepin' on the floors
way more important to the script
In another series of events
lot of shit, it be very infortunate
Like I mentioned we had the game finna go
and I'm feelin' a sudden suspense
I get in my car, see some glass by the door
and I'm like: Why the fuck is this?
I knew what it was, the stadium right in the hood
and my window was busted
Now I feel all the blood, it's rushin'
Take a second, a minute, adjustment
Had a couple things
but if they ain't found my bangin'
they ain't really found nothin' (come on, bruh)
Thank God, dang, you little niggas
took everything, from the spare tires, to the spare change
The insurance papers, and some blunt spray
What the fuck would they want with that anyway?
But we in atlanta, you could see the channels, man
that shit gon' happen every, any day
Might not see bandanas
but he squeeze the hammer
like john henry tryna beat the train
Havin' fun with it, bunch of young nigga
tryna feel numb to the pain
I ain't trippin' 'cause I know who responsible
it's the motherfuckin' they be claimin'

We too thugged out, gangsta, gangsta
Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous
Drained and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?
Banged up, banger (look at this)
Tell them bitches stop playin' with us (uh, fuck)

Gangsta, gangsta (gangsta)
Gangsta, gangsta
Haha
Compositores: JID, Christo & TRAKGIRL

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