JID - Sistanem Lyrics


JID - Sistanem Lyrics

Look, you told me never let this get ahold of me

You hate to see me hurt you want to hurt someone for me

Way too down to earth don't do no dirt for me please

I don't need nonbody else takin' a deal or a plea

God know what I'm doin' he gon' deal with me

Niggas ain't cut like that, but you'll kill for me

And I don't care if we don't speak for like a million weeks

You right there when I need you

But I know these ain't your kind of people

I finally bought a home to raise my family

I'm done with all the hoes and they anatomies

I tried to call yo phone again you said it wasn't on

And by the time you got my letter I was long gone

Back on the road, gone with the wind blows

Packin' the shows, hoes and the nymphos

Platinum and gold, you know how this shit go

When family's gone, and you don't know what you here for

Uh

Just remember, remember who I am

Mommies, daughters

Ballers, fathers

Mommies, daughters

Ballers, fathers

Look, you said I shouldn't worry bout the fame

You seem to be concerned of what you heard about the game

Cause soon as niggas get a lil change niggas change

And playin' with the Lords name sayin' it in vein

You head a song and said I did the same thang

You seein' something different in my eyes

And she emphasized it

And I ain't get it at the time

I couldn't listen had to call her back

Line packed sold out tickets

I'm on the wrong track

Road back fuck it I'm hittin' it on the road

Ima bulldoze the globe for the dough

She know she happy that we doin' better than before

As long as I'm sellin' shows, yeen sellin' for your soul

I felt like she yellin' like Azaela in a megaphone

Said Ima hit you in the mornin' keep your message on

I did my set then sat alone for a second by myself

Ask questions, choices, destination

Courses, highway routes, Royces

Rollin, voices, goin' on and on and on it's noisy

I'm not the only one affected by the poison

In the mind, in the lifestyle, the shine from the iced out diamonds

That combine with misogynistic mindsets

Dialect from slave die tribe they tryin dissect

The redigest I toss that mindset overboard like an object

I'm tryin' to find a letter to the Lord from the projects

Cause when I was a boy I didn't know that we was poor

And now I'm on tour got a moment to explore

And show my niggas soemthin' we ain't never seen before

Open doors so you know I'm goin'

Back on the road, gone with the wind blows

Packin' the shows, hoes and the nymphos

Platinum and gold, you know how this shit go

When family's gone, and you don't know what you here for

Uh

Just remember, remember who I am

Mommies, daughters

Ballers, fathers

Mommies, daughters

Ballers, fathers

Why do I get so damn high that I can't feel my face

Try and try to free my mind but I can't find a way

Why do I get so damn high that I can't feel my face

Try and try to free my mind but I can't find a way

Look, I never gave that much a fuck about this shit

To let it challenge my integrity

But you questioning me got me you thinkin' less of me

The lesson in this shit is we should talk

Face to face fuck the messagin'

Meet me in the flesh and you can see I'm still lil Destin

Lil brubby, lil BB bald head as a babay in the Huggies

Stunt like my dad I'm a druggie

Money in my hands but it's bloody

Try to understand if you love me, aye

Make plans we can roll like the old days

FaceTime call came with a stone-cold face

We don't talk often when we do we send "Are you okay"

Somebody fuckin' with you I'm on the way, it's on the waist

I could tell the way you look that ain't the case

Figured you was mad at me

When you said you need a break from the family

You not participatin' in no Pagan holiday gathering

And ever since I started rappin' I ain't never in Atlanta too long

And I hate havin' to only see the family when somethin' bad happen

Like when granny passed I ain't wanna answer the phone

Writin' in my pad hope I don't rememeber this wrong

Last time I seen you we was sending her home

October, November, December was gone

But on the 25th we gotta be there for Mom

I'm talkin' to you now but can I see you tomorrow?

I can be on the way soon as I finish this song

So you can see I'm still true in everything that I been doing

And I don't fuck with the devil but I know he pursuin'

And I know that Jesus died 33 like Ewing

And he prolly did the same shit that we like doing

I now you gotta feel the animosity brewing

It's gettin' bad and I'm said that are relationship ruined over some trash

But it's past that

Send me all the money that I gave you over CashApp back

Since you actin' as if

We're sorry, you have reached a number that is- (Aw)

That's fucked (That's fucked, that's fucked, man, that's right)

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