J.I.D (SVR) - October/3 Storms lyrics

[Intro] I'm feeling that square root sign Ay, you know, we the root of it all [Verse 1: J.I.D.] I had a dream, had a dream Seen things, tryna paint a scene Lot of weed so I don't really dream More like a kush coma cuz this sh** was distinct Yea, I ain't go too deep just to tell you I'll be the king by the end of the week Exit the stage to your left, take that front row seat, you've been impeached She wet them sheets when I rap offbeat JID DiCaprio, put a cap in your soul, dig deep That n***a a fool, he shot the n***a midweek Couldn't sleep for a week and he still on the streets I'm just another man in the mind from the East Had to put down the cleats when I picked up the beats Rapping under my helmet, they throwing hail marys Hellbent on being the best, I had to pick one so tell me somebody Nah, that's just combat for you wombats Your n***as react like tomcats to a strong bat My n***as just tell me they want that so they hunt that Taunt that until it's in a lunch sack, greatness Get your show or your stage ripped, going ape sh** I'm just a n***a from the 6, hop off the grave-ship Slave-shift, great sh**, momma I made it And I hope it never fades but it will one day In the days that y'all got to s** seeds to f**ing succeed I'm in my all black tuxedo, hair nappy JID Buckwheat My girl tryna leave cuz she probably tryna f** me Probably tryna puff weed Blood on the leaves, blood on the leaves They k**ing n***as for d**, that's blood on the weed Some dumb sh** [Verse 2: Johnny Venus] Initial, Check Sweat drippin down my neck Anybody's guess what a n***a gon do next First chair, I can't rest Middle names yet I'm anxious These n***as ain't about they Hanes yet Nightmares, I can't breath Pain test, asteroid, I came blessed Still, Spill Vill til they sorting out my will Lehman Brothers, Goldman Sachs, til they sorting out my deal Southwest, where they sort it out with steel Carnegie, Rockefeller, head out in Ben Hill Hotter than that TEC that he caught off a deal Had to keep him safe, keep his body count nil Crazy like that man Joey Bad back in South By, standing next to strangers He stepping on my J's but it ain't nothing, I'm humble Can't wait to grab the microphone and make that thing run, tho Drove 5 states just for 15 minutes All through the hate just for 15 minutes Make it even worse dog, yea we ain't hit it Conscious up ended Face so offended Drugs help me blend it though So now I'm high and low, you know Tryna get a hoe, life reciprocals She beg don't let her thighs go I beg don't let my eyes close [Verse 3: Doctur Dot] Uh Huh Come sit beside a suicide survivor You can die tonight, bruh You can die tonight, bruh You can die tonight, bruh Won't nobody find ya body if I hide ya Lose ya like a lighter Always been evasive when it came to conversation f** whatever question you asking off top Keep it locked like the ness monster freaking out the Scots God is the best sponsor of my freaky thoughts, ooo wee She's a freaky girl, She's a leaky faucet On my semi tall sh** Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy naw kids What that got you feeling so important Of course that's some bullsh** Got a following from these recordings And now them courses in college, kinda pointless Whatever, I enjoyed f**ing every little spoiled b**h Daddy had your life planned out 'fore you was born b**h and your rebellion was taking long dick It's the nocturnal, Doc-turnal, hotbox burner, popping like cob kernel, Cobb County Counts Always f**ing with a dark person filthier than Pac murder files in a pile of dirty towels Some real rabble rousers in your house Cut the lights, close the curtains Couldn't clean the bloody sheets cuz we drank all the detergent Masturbating, so perverted Only take it if you serve it Only thank you if it's perfect You forget this-ugh-like honey bun, let that p**y cum right on my tongue I'll leave you undone Lighten up, thunder to come It's a conundrum, why you still trying to run even though we know your body is numb? n***as flexing like the party was fun cuz the populars attended Blah blah, f** them n***as Underdogs are better winners Bet a miller I could get your b**h then get her wetter, clitter than them pitter patter strokes that you give her Spillage Village