JID - Caravan** lyrics

[Intro] Uh Look [Verse 1] You could tell a ni**a like me ain’t never had sh*t R.I.P. I miss my dogs like Mike Vick Zombies and at midnight fall them bars sick Gon' fall victim to a gun brawl started over some b*tches ni**as trippin they takin’ whatevers givin’ The irony when a ni**a starvin’ gotta grip a pigskin Jump the fence, empty all the dishes out ya kitchen If ya witness it then [?] spill the grits, spill the kid fu*k a crack catch, kill him, who tryna take the hit First take, go to first base, Stephen A. Smith Wes On the hip, talkin’ sh*t like Skip Or Shannon Sharpe shootin’ off the top of the cliff I gotta bring it to you cowards then its gonna bе sick Put in my ten thousand hours while the clock still tick Zonе 6, five fingers with the [?] bust her lip Feel the pressure like a bus pipe drip Blood red, rum sippin’ they ain't cut like this Mama said I ain’t got cheeseburger money make a sandwich Why you bein’ bad? Bad kids in the caravan [Verse 2] You can tell a ni**a like me, ain’t met a ni**a like me Metaphysical things seen and dream what you believe You bleed, I bleed, then draw blood Im a fu*king artist, Artest with the gun I can give my world peace, give your world ether Big dick or grief, I can give your girl either She could be the, could be the collapse of the kingdom But Kings gotta peep the [?], word to Caesar Remind me to keep receipts, y’all sh*t weak And I’m sorry that your bullsh*t leaked See the volume it speaks to your broke speakers ni**as breakin’ they back tryna promote some sh*t 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 yall hoes, yall shows ain’t packing the door Crackin’ the floor, I don’t need no ni**as rappin no more