Crack Sandwich Lyrics – JID

[Intro: JID]
Gotta bring it to you cowards
And it's gonna be sicker than all the n!ggas–
Yeah, uh, look

[Verse 1: JID]
You can tell a n!gga like me ain't never had sh!t
R.I.P., I miss my dawgs like Mike Vic
Zombies in that midnight fog, them bars sic 'em
Gone fall victim to a gun brawl started over some b!tches, huh
N!ggas tripping, they taking whatever's given
The irony when a n!gga's starving
Gotta grip the biscuit
Jump the fence, empty all the dishes out ya kitchen
If you witness it, then cl!ck, cl!ck, cl!ck
And they spill the grits
Feel the kick, f**k a fair catch
Kill 'em, who tryna take the hit?
First take go to first base, Stephen A. Smith Wess'
On the hill, talking sh!t 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 6, five fingers with the "Suck my d!ck"
Me and Izzy was slap-boxing, n!gga bust my lip
Start fighting, lil' brother on some tough guy sh!t
But if you ever did me wrong
He on some "What's right?" sh!t
Bust a left, feel the pressure like the bus pipe drip
Blood red rum sipping, they ain't cut like this

[Chorus: JID]
Mama said, "When you fall down, stand up, get a bandage"
"I ain't got cheeseburger money, make a sandwich"
"Why you being bad? See ya dad, get your as* whipped"
Seven crackhead bad kids in a caravan, yeah

[Interlude: JID]
Somebody involved in stealing, it's on, it wasn't
It's gone be so bad, yeah
When the girl went off on Precious
The girl went off on Precious
The girl went off on Precious and Rosen went in
No, Rosen 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, hold on, hol—
Look, check, look

[Verse 2: JID]
You can tell a n!gga like me ain't met a n!gga like me
Metaphysical things seen in dreams, what you believe?
You bleed, I bleed and draw blood
I'm a f**king artiste, Artest with the gun
I can give my world peace, give your world ether
Big d!ck 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!t weak
And I'm sorry that your bullsh!t leaked
See the volumes, it speaks to your broke speakers
N!ggas breaking they back tryna promote some sh!t
That ain't even dope
They ask for my coat when I walk in the door
God flow, I don't walk on the floor
God knows y'all hoes, y'all shows ain't pack in the door
Crack in the floor, I don't even know
If n!ggas rapping no more, come on

[Bridge: JID]
'Round in my city (Okay), I am my shooter
Minding my business, I am not you
'Round in my city, I am my shooter
Minding my business, I am not you
'Round in my city, I am my shooter
Minding my business, I am not you
'Round in my city (Uh), I am my shooter (Look)
Minding my business (Uh, look), how about you?

[Verse 3: JID]
Look, uh, I do it for royal and Roseline?
Is he precious? Destin, strong seven kids
Different blessings (Hey)
Is he athletic as f**k? All-American star, hard head
Scholarship at a school in New Orleans
On the football sh!t, but in class
He on the smart sh!t (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 ruse say, "Hooray"
Yeah, hooray, today, catch a bouquet
Tonight it probably be a movie, what's a Blu-Ray?
I got some new Js and a fade, we hit the section
With the football team and a couple other professionals
It sound cool but really, this a confessional
Twenty minutes in it
Precious done went to the restroom (Hey)
Said they got to hitting with some women
And they 'bout to get kicked out
They ain't even tell us what that sh!t was about
All I really seen from the big VIP couch
Was a n!gga swing, it hit my sister right in the mouth
The bouncer tried to block the door
That way we couldn't get out
But f**k that, the whole team bust that motherf**ker down
Now we fighting in the street
It's like ten and twenty-three
I was seventeen, swinging on any and everything
Bing bing, see my brother doing buddy like a boxing ring
Raj got a b!tch doing the hair weave sling
So beautiful, beating as* 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 salting crackers that wanna shackle us in chains
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 of the shame
Pound for pound, my sister Precious never lost a fade
Got up off the ground and she said
She could hear my father saying

[Chorus: JID]
"When you fall down, stand up, get a bandage"
"I ain't got cheeseburger money, make a sandwich"
"Why you being bad? See ya dad, get your as* whipped"
Seven crackhead bad kids in a caravan, yeah

[Outro: JID]
Hold on, hold on, hold on
What happened? What happened? What happened?
He came in the club
We're talking, we in the restaurant
I go in the bathroom open the door
"Dang B, you could've said something"
And I said B, you ain't gotta tell that
Ain't all that serious
And she was all "Oh, it's that serious
Because you were in the bathroom"
Raj said, "Okay B, I got you B, come outside"
Taj, she opened the door, Raj said "Roof"
I said, "Oh no, we fighting"
Damn, she was in the stall
In the stall though?
Yeah, she was peeing, girl
She pulled her pants up
She opened the door and Raj f**k her
And you know what?