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[Chorus: JID]
I shot the sheriff
Killed the deputy, spared the reverend
Smack your parents, split the marriage
Snatch the necklace, he went to Jared's
I'm with the four-fifth, the pistol carriage
I give you the click-click, I look in the barrel
I give you the click-click, I look in the barrel
I point it right at you, I point it right at you

[Verse: JID]
Back up, that's a warning shot
Next n***as gettin' domed and dropped
And n***as beefin' on their phone and plottin'
And I can see you really love hip-hop
Well I can make you meet Biggie and Pac
Tell 'em how the game miss 'em a lot
So if you thinkin' it's an issue, it's not
People entitled to opinions they got
You're a product of the friends you got
So if you're poppin' shit then your friend get shot
At the eight or nine or ten o'clock
But when it pop in his top and he drop, let it rock
I been on the fuckin' star track like Spock
Glock clocked on the block, workin' on my chakra
It's been the same since a runny nose with the snot
And my n***as run into your home with the choppa
Gimme what you got, do you really want the problem?
Tryna make a milli off the rock, but them cracks in the chicken
N***a, pot, watch it, n***a, watch
N***as on the block spit bones in the pocket
Lil partner was poppin', finna hit him with the rocket
Yeah, your main bitch was prolly tryna top me
'Cause I'm handsome, I'm fly, and a fungi like shiitake
N***a, you really jockin' tryna Andy Milo-knock me
I'ma rock it, hell nah, pulled up on the [?]
My n***a told me, [?]
[Chorus: JID]
I shot the sheriff
Killed the deputy, spared the reverend
Smack your parents, split the marriage
Snatch the necklace, he went to Jared's
I'm with the four-fifth, the pistol carriage
I give you the click-click, I look in the barrel
I give you the click-click, I look in the barrel
I point it right at you, I point it right at you

[Verse: Erick the Architect]
Money be the motivation
This the kinda of payment that forever be indebted to you
Send you to the medical
Was reachin' the pistol on the pedestal, the metal
Got a blicky on the end, gotta win with the JID
Dug with the jugg, dug with the crooks
Heard he loose with the jar but I love the way it looks
My mind's in the matrix, underground
But my mind talks in the basement
Way I got my patience up, I'ma keep the kid close
Not about the insults, boutta throw my dawg
Thank those for the info
You should see the ten, bro the tens on
Run the gang, with the purple rain like the Prince song
Finicky, n***as change waves for the industry
Listen to me tellin' on the way for the enemy
On the way, did you see the wave? And it's killin' you
Pull up the anchor for the day that we sent it to you
Incinerate the main ones, the flame on
Got the prophet in my pocket, not obliged to the process
So how they poppin'? I got some options
My optic start a mosh pit up in the projects
Apostles, like the top two, hit the volume
I'm all black, now record that, not a costume
Zombies, the real ain't vomit, while you require it
Remind me, just run it by me, them n***as grimy
[Chorus: JID]
I shot the sheriff
Killed the deputy, spared the reverend
Smack your parents, split the marriage
Snatch the necklace, he went to Jared's
I'm with the four-fifth, the pistol carriage
I give you the click-click, I look in the barrel
I give you the click-click, I look in the barrel
I point it right at you, I point it right at you