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Dreamville feat. J. Cole - Barry From Simpson

Dreamville

D-Day: A Gangsta Grillz Mixtape

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[Intro: JID, DJ Drama, and Young Nudy] Cook that shit up, Quay Yeah, hmm (Oh and of course I got to shout my nigga, Barry) I mean Quay, goddamn, Columbia, that nigga, goddamn, so Eastside Boy he better, goddamn, come to the studio and check his pockets (Yessir) Bringin' thirty rockets, Eastside niggas don't play, haha (SinceThe80s, I fuck with it), uhh [Verse 1: JID & DJ Drama] Either you do or don't do it If you put me to it, I'ma get it done (Gangsta Grillz) From a city that don't see the sun Either you a sinner or a citizen Niggas ain't runnin', they gettin' guns or a chopper that's little as Big Sean He on the block with that Barry Bonds I was with Barry from Simpson (Shit) Stockin' bonds, talkin' funds Clockin' money, the game a jungle We playin' Jumanji, I'm in Jamaica JID playin' rugby, stand in my Vans Stan Van Gundy, stand on my plan Plant on my stands, man of my word, word up my man Heard I got work, work what you serve, oh verse by versе My verb like perc, I slow it down, my vеrse like syrup I like the sound, gun rounds on mother Earth With a little pump, you get smoked like Purrp Get a nigga jumped, don't fuck up my shirt Nigga J.I.D stand for "Jumped In Dirt" When the Wesson squirt, it does wonderworks 'Till you with the monsters in the underearth [Interlude: Young Nudy, JID & DJ Drama] Umm, bitch You know Zone 6, nigga, you know we do shit like that you know We get money, you know what I mean, that shit go through the money counter It green, come out blue Oh you niggas don't want us to bring DiCaprio back Stay true to yourself, nigga, real ones only, pussy Bitch (Bitch) It's not what you want Shit [Verse 2: JID & DJ Drama] Either you do or don't do it God put me to it, didn't help me through it Homie had to work around the hood But if heaven's waitin', what the hell we doing? Back on Glenwood, lookin' for juugs Black owned businesses distributin' goods Put crack on blacks and then shackle a foot They go back to back the way back to back (J-I-D) And we was back in the woods, runnin' from white niggas Night killers, tri-pillage, my village, trifling, idealist, identity crisis I dig it, I get it, I've been in fights that I didn't win and I didn't die But they didn't live, so we did it right Better not get in if you're not gonna slide 'Cause you not gon' fit, just stay inside Don't play no fence, no switch no sides Go grab a switch, JID Jackson Five Joe's whipping kids, Mike's still alive Pour up some Prince, pro nigga rights Hold up your fists, throw up your sign Throw up your clique, throw down and fight I fucked up my fit, but you ain't gon' hit 'cause I ain't no bitch [Interlude: Young Nudy, JID & 2 Chainz] Umm, bitch Fuck you know 'bout they Glock with that switch on it, nigga? Hahaha I like that right there, yessir You know we got them bitches in the spot 'round the trap (Yeah) Roll inside, don't swipe (Bitch), bitch goin' brazy in the bitch, ya heard me (Tony, bitch) [Verse 3: 2 Chainz] I'm on the green, like I'm in the golf I sold back, so this pillow talk I made a juug off a dinner fork I ain't goin' back and forth, dental floss (Woo) When this denim on, it's dinner time (Yeah) I eat a rapper like the sixty-nine (Pussy) I done flipped the pack, I done flip some racks One thing I ain't did was flip some fries (Nah) Everything big, gon' minimize (Big) Eeny-miney-moe is how I pick a ride Either us or them, you need to pick a side (Tell 'em) When she come through, she like "This a vibe" My neighborhood, it got gentrified Yard filled with Black Lives Matter signs My trigger finger need calamine What do the heartless do for Valentine's? (Boom) Valet park, and I skipped the line (Bump it) Can't win if you quit tryin' (Yeah) Been had the baddest bitch, that'll Trick your Daddy like Slip-n-Slide (Woo) On the mission, my opponent missin' Wraith came with the solar system (True) Strip club, pole position Gettin' money, so consistent [Outro: Young Nudy, 2 Chainz & DJ Drama] Guns imported (Bitch, bitch), ya heard me? You havin' money, you livin' fly, you feel me? Get high as much as you want to (Bitch, bitch) Ain't gotta stress about it, nothin' to stress on your B roll, nigga You know what I mean? Gangsta Grillz
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