J.I.D – 29 (Freestyle) (Lyrics, Video)

J.I.D unveils the video for the Christo-produced “29 (Freestyle)” piece of music. Read the lyrics for the new song.

J.i.d 29 (freestyle)

Dreamville already came out the gate swinging this year with the release of their D-Day: A Gangsta Grillz mixtape but fans have still been waiting on new music from each member of the camp. EarthGang delivered Ghetto Gods, and now, fans are awaiting the release of J.I.D’s next official body of work.

As the anticipation builds for The Forever Story, J.I.D blessed fans with his latest offering, “29 (Freestyle).” Accompanied by a visual that sees J.I.D on a fishing trip, the Atlanta rapper’s effortless flow and penmanship take center stage with dashes of humor sprinkled throughout the verse.

It’s still unclear when The Forever Story might hit streamers but if “29 (Freestyle)” is any indication of what he has in store, J.I.D won’t disappoint.

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Lyrics

[Intro]
(Woah)
Woah, ugh, ah, this shit is stupid
Fuck, man, trudgin’, uh
(Christo)

[Verse]
Trudgin’ through the mud, you gotta pay me back in blood
Tap heads, call subs if you tired, bruh
Liable to wild if they don’t give me my semi-nine
Fit me fine, hit a nigga fifty five-five, ha, times
Hard times still ahead and behind, don’t whine though
I ride or die, or I’ll die while releasin’ the Rondo
I’m qualified, I’ve never made a dollar off of Spotify
Shit, nah, I’m lyin’, probably five
She say my willy really giant, Jiddie Cauley-Stein
Kamikaze cool, killin’ mood
You will not survive, who will I include?
Every girl, guy, so-called thug, goon, get in the line
‘Cause when I touch lines, it’s suicide
It’s ’bout time for niggas to duck the shade then shine through all blinds
When all stars align, the lightwave wasted my time
Switchin’ gears to grind, came to grips with grabbin’ nines
In the midst of wind whispers, where you been? It’s been a mighty long time
Long time, lineage, legacy, legend in his primetime
Like Deion, HBCU, caught your own kind
Blindside, I look out for yours, you look out for mine
Like you Michael Oher, or them crackers Michael Myers at my door
Mighty fine (Whore), read my horoscope and said my sign
What’s your rising? What’s your moon? Saw her moon was from behind
Shake it like it’s for the 2000 and 1999
Back that thing up like Juvenile, rhyme line for line
Gold and diamonds shine, never sign my soul
For those I told, my bro in the ride with rope
Before I glow, it glew, it coast, they inside the stove
It’s hot, my nose overflow with snot—
You didn’t know the nigga, told me I be totin’ the rock
Gettin’ older, nigga, tell me I be totin’ the Glock
Gettin’ older, nigga, die (Dead) or gettin’ thrown in the box
Before they told me, ni-ni-ni-ni
I had to show these ni-ni-ni-ni
Workin’ like Kobe-be-be-be-be
Look at my Rollie-lie-lie-lie-lie
Niggas on flash, ho’, niggas on bodie
Niggas on OD-D-D-D-D
Niggas don’t know me-me-me-me-me
Niggas don’t know me-me-me-me-me
But I’ma gon’ show these niggas
I’ma show these niggas, I’ma show these niggas
When the police kick in the door
You and daddy on the dope fiend, but he still smoked
They pull up in the Rover, feet on top
When they see it like a motherfucker, you feel what I’m sayin’?
Haha