J.I.D – “Lauder”

J.I.D is here with “Lauder”. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, watch the Vevo dscvr live video, mp3 download the song produced by J. Cole.

J.i.d Lauder

It’s crazy to think that J.I.D dropped off his debut studio album The Never Story four years ago to this day, but here we are. With anticipation building for his upcoming project, tentatively titled The Forever Story, the rap game has all but accepted J.I.D as one of the best current lyricists out right now. It’s easy to understand why, given the impression left on tracks like the J. Cole-produced “Lauder,” which held the honor of closing the Atlanta rapper’s debut all those years ago.

Over an ice-cold beat from Dreamville’s own J. Cole, who blesses his signee with one of the spookiest beats of both their respective discographies, J.I.D proceeds to absolutely snap for a total of four straight minutes. Employing the long-lost structure of three verses, J.I.D saves the best for last with one of the album’s most spirited performances. “Let’s get it poppin’, they’re pulling pistols on apostle Paul, So pay the piper or meet the sniper, legend of the fall,” he spits, all but foaming at the mouth. “I knew in diapers you and I was nothing alike at all / I do or die, you do it to die, I’m really making calls.”

J.I.D – Lauder (prod. J. Cole)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch
The dopest dope you smoke, gon’ get you a whiff
Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wrist
Southern lyricists don’t exist like my flow is a myth

[Verse 1]
Get my girl angry and pissed and give that pussy a kiss
Pushing the same piece of shit until I get me a Bentley
Same niggas, same goals, same dreams and epiphanies
Me and my niggas are same lines as symmetry, wasn’t empathy
Remember we would front yard brawl with big Timothy?
Kicked them doors because we had a lot of energy
My brother was locked up for shooting at the enemy
Caught one nigga then caught fifteen
I ain’t meet that nigga ’til I was fifteen
Now I’m kicking 16’s with a big screen in attempt to get the big cream
Little guy with a big dream, I need guidance
‘Cause if I don’t succeed, I probably proceed violence
Sippin’ on the brown, no Bobby, I don’t fuck with nobody
No team and no posse, you can catch it like Shockey
King of all kings, praise Haile Selassie
Rastafari, I don’t need nobody, the God’s got me

[Chorus]
Okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch
The dopest dope you smoke, gon’ get you a whiff
Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wrist
Southern lyricists don’t exist like my flow is a myth

[Interlude]
You ain’t used to hustle, bro
Yeah, get that shit how you live
We on a trade for a trade
I do this for you, I do this for you, you know what I mean?
I took the risk, you took the risk, I ain’t disrespect it

[Verse 2]
So part of the reason I be so hard on my people
We never had it easy, never had a pot to pee in
I be on my knees praying till my onomatopoeia’s packing a coliseum
Ain’t no parking, I gotta see J.I.D
Gotta be there for my family, I gotta, can’t try to be
I could be out of my mind, thinking logically
No apologies for speaking how I feel, I silently swore solemnly
That I would be the guy to make my black people proud of me
Roses to the mothers of anybody that doubted me
Yo’ chick want dick, bitch dove in the covers
Overseen my areas, surveyed over my brothers
You touch them, you kill me, you can’t get close to none of us
They still double-dribble, we going for triple-doubles
Triple up on your investment fuckin’ with us
Probably have to rock that vest shit, you fuckin’ with us
Wait (Nah bro) Huh? (What you talkin’ ’bout, homes?)

[Chorus]
Okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch
The dopest dope you smoke gon’ get you a whiff
Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wrist
Southern lyricists don’t exist like my flow is a myth

[Verse 3]
Okay but fuck that shit, I gotta get it, I gotta get ’em
Tired of picking these locks, you don’t respect my existence
I used to sleep in my car, never a park or a bench
But damn a nigga was broke, damnit if I didn’t get it
Them niggas was thinking that it was just a wrap for the kid
One day they gon’ hit my phone, hit the show, scream, clap for the kid
Let’s get it poppin’, they’re pulling pistols on apostle Paul
So pay the piper or meet the sniper, legend of the fall
I knew in diapers you and I was nothing alike at all
I do or die, you do it to die, I’m really making calls
You couldn’t kill it and take it out of me, the ideology
This the odyssey, I’m Odysseus, you gotta follow me
Watch how I maneuver, I influence the influencers
The flow is like a fluent influenza going through the motion
So I motivate all of my niggas, they tell me kill ’em with kindness
I’d rather kill ’em and their other significants
Writing lyrics in the city with pretty booties and titties
Don’t get the cooties, it ain’t like the movies
It kinda is ’cause they’re shooting, kind of shit is you moving?
Shit I’m pushing, empower the people life where I grew up
Someone tutored the students, these niggas stupidest, stupider, stupid shit
Sick as a bitch, flick of the wrist, my pen cleanse my many sins
The irony the iron can’t straighten out any wrinkle in existence
Ripple in time triple my eyes realistically sick in the mind
Sick in the head?
Wish I was dead, sick on a med, addicted
My lead sick ’em, give ’em, send ’em to hell, eh

[Outro]
Okay, okay, I told motherfuckers I was sick as a—
Okay, I told motherfuckers I—
Bitch

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