Sistanem Lyrics – JID

[Intro: JID]
Cole, you stupid!

[Verse 1: JID]
Look, you told me never let this get a hold of me
You hate to see me hurt, you wanna hurt someone for me
Way too down to Earth, don't do no dirt for me, please
I don't need nobody else taking a deal or a plea
God knowing what I'm doing, he gone deal with me
N!ggas ain't cut like that, she'll kill for me
And I don't care
If we don't speak for like a million weeks
You right there when I need you
But I know these ain't your kind of people
I finally bought a home to raise my family
I'm done with all the hoes and they anatomiеs
I tried to call your phone again
You said, "It wasn't on"
And by the timе you got my letter
I was long gone

[Pre-Chorus: JID]
Back on the road, gone with the wind blows
Packing the shows, hoes and the nymphos
Platinum and gold
You know how this sh!t go when family's gone
You don't know what you here for, uh

[Chorus: James Blake & Yuli]
Just remember, remember when, mm
Mommies, daughters, martyrs, callers
Ballers, fathers, all the fallen
Mommies, daughters, martyrs, callers
Ballers, fathers, all the fallen

[Verse 2: JID]
Look, you said I shouldn't worry 'bout the fame
You seem to be concerned of what you heard about the game
'Cause soon as n!ggas get a little change, n!ggas change
And playing with the Lord's name, saying it in vain
You heard a song and said I did the same thing
You seeing something different in my eyes
And she emphasized
And I ain't get it at the time, I couldn't listen
Had to call her back, line packed, sold out tickets
I'm on the wrong track, road back
F**k it, I'm hitting it
On the road, I'ma bulldoze the globe for the dough
She know she happy that we doing better than before
As long as I'm selling shows
You ain't selling for your soul
I felt like she was yelling
Like Azealia in that megaphone
Said, "I'ma hit you in the morning
Keep your message on"
I did my set then sat alone for a second by myself
Asked questions, choices, destination, courses
Highways, routes, Royces rolling voices
Voices going on and on and on, it's noisy
I'm not the only one affected by the poison in the mind
And the lifestyle that shine from the iced-out diamonds
That combine with misogynistic mindsets
Dialect from slave, die tribe
They tryna dissect to re-digest
I tossed that mindset overboard like an object
I'm tryna find a letter to the Lord from the projects
'Cause when I was a boy, I didn't know that we was poor
And now I'm on tour, I got a moment to explore
And show my n!ggas something we ain't never seen before
Open doors, so you know I'm going

[Pre-Chorus: JID]
Back on the road, gone with the wind blows
Packing the shows, hoes and nymphos
Platinum and gold
You know how this sh!t go when family's gone
You don't know what you here for, uh

[Chorus: James Blake & Yuli]
Just remember, remember when, mm
Mommies, daughters, martyrs, callers
Ballers, fathers, all the fallen
Mommies, daughters, martyrs, callers
Ballers, fathers, all the fallen

[Post-Chorus: Yuli]
Why do I get so damn high that I can't feel my face?
Try and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way
Why do I get so damn high that I can't feel my face?
Try and try to free my mind, but I can't find a way

[Verse 3: JID]
Look, I never gave that much a f**k about this sh!t
To let it challenge my integrity
But you questioning me
Got me thinking you thinking less of me
The lesson in this sh!t is we should talk face to face
F**k the messaging
Meet me in the flesh and you can see that
I'm still lil' Destin
Lil' brubbie, lil' BB
Bald head as a baby in the Huggies
Stunt like my dad, I'm a druggie
Money in my hands but it's bloody
Try to understand if you love me, ayy
Make plans, we can roll like the old days
FaceTime call came with a stone-cold face
We don't talk often, when we do
It's an, "Are you okay?"
Somebody f**king with you? I'm on the way
It's on the waist, I can tell the way you look
That ain't the case
Figured you was mad at me
When you said you need a break from the family
And you not participating in no Pagan holiday gatherings
And ever since I start rapping
I ain't never in Atlanta too long
And I hate having to only see the family
When something bad happen
Like when Granny passed, I ain't wanna answer the phone
Writing in my pad, hope I don't remember this wrong
Last time I seen you, we was sending her home
October, November, December was gone
But on the 25th, we gotta be there for mom
I'm tired of today, can I see you tomorrow?
I could be on the way soon as I finish this song
So you can see I'm still true in everything
That I been doing
And I don't f**k with the Devil but I know he pursuing
And I know that Jesus died, thirty-three, like Ewing
And he prolly did the same sh!t that we like doing
I know you got to feel the animosity brewing
It's getting bad and I'm sad our relationship ruined
Over some trash, but it's past that
Send me all the money that I gave you over Cashapp back
Since you acting as if you—

[Outro: JID]
We're sorry, you have reached a number that is— (Aw)
That's f**ked up
(That's f**ked, that's f**ked, man, that's right)