JID - Crack Sandwich lyrics

[Intro] Look, yeah, uh, look [Verse 1] You can tell a ni**a 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 Gon' fall victim to a gun brawl started over some b*tches, huh ni**as trippin', they takin' whatever's given The irony when a ni**a's starvin', gotta grip the biscuit Jump the fence, empty all the dishes out ya kitchen If you witness it, then click, click, click, and they spill the grits Feel the kick, fu*k a fair catch killer, who tryna take the hit? First take go to first base, Stephen A. Smith Wess' On the hill, talkin' sh*t like Skip Or Shannon, sharp-shootin' off the— And if I gotta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick Put in my ten thousand hours while the clock still ticks Zone 6, five fingers with the "su*k my dick" Me and Izzy was slap-boxin', ni**a bust my lip Start fightin', 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 sippin', they ain't cut like this Mama said, "When you fall down, stand up, get a bandage" "I ain't got cheeseburger money, make a sandwich" "Why you bein' bad? See ya dad, get your ass whipped" Seven crackhead bad kids in a caravan, yeah [Interlude] Somebody involved in stealin', it's on, it wasn't It's gon' 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— Look, check, look [Verse 2] You can tell a ni**a like me ain't met a ni**a like me Metaphysical things seen in dreams, what you believe? You bleed and I bleed and draw blood I'm a fu*kin' artiste, 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 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 that bullsh*t leaked See the volumes, 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 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 ni**as rappin' no more, come on [Bridge] 'Round in my city (Okay), I am my shooter Mindin' my business, I am not you 'Round in my city, I am my shooter Mindin' my business, I am not you 'Round in my city, I am my shooter Mindin' my business, I am not you 'Round in my city (Uh), I am my shooter (Look) Mindin' my business (Uh, look), how about you? I do it for...