Spillage Village God's Pocket Lyrics

[Verse 1] JID
My Grandpoppa was a share croppa
My Father's Step-Father actually
Only Granddad I knew because my Pops real Father had passed so recently he been digging deeper in our family lineage
Tryna see where we get our name and looks from
His Mother's only son, he got a bunch of sisters
And my Granny had *static* ten children ahh
Not a hoe but rather promiscuous
She ain't a hoe though, said we can go though
What you say about my Grandmomma? like hold up, anyways you get the jist of the statement a woman changes, but a man's name never changes
We just digging into the roots and skipping over the branches to get to the truth of the strange fruit
In the midst of that we just dropped the roof and then exchange flows with your boo
Blasé blah whoopty whoop

[Verse 2]
Hazard lights, in a random funeral line Cuz' I don't really know who died, I'm just really that lonely
Best believe at funeral I'mma cry for the homie
All dramatic and loud, pouring alcohol loud
Addiction got me at my momma house, dragging a couch
To the [?] cavern where the dragons hang out
Somewhere along the line I lost it
My last drip drop of the conscious
And my dreams too [?]
And my mind is the sharpest
My face is confused because you talking and talking while I'm just staying aloof (uh huh)
If you niggas caught reality, it's really the truth
And then a bigfoot nigga turn the cherry to juice
Never embarrassed by nothing, quite the contrary my dude
I stopped giving a f*ck when I started rapping up
Clockwork, the way my cock work
A fine tuned machine, nah mean, nah mean, nah mean