Crack Sandwich Songtext
von JID

Uh
Yeah
Look
You can tell a nigga like me ain′t never had shit
R. I. P., I miss my dawgs like Mike Vic
Zombies in that midnight fog, them bars sic 'em
Gon′ fall victim to a gun brawl started over some bitches, huh
Niggas trippin', they takin' whatever′s given
The irony when a nigga′s starvin', gotta grip the biscuit
Jump the fence, empty all the dishes out ya kitchen

If you witness it, then click, click, click, and they spill the grits
Feel the kick, fuck a fair catch, kill ′em, who tryna take the hit?
First take go to first base, Stephen A Smith Wess'
On the hill, talkin′ shit like skip
Or Shannon, sharp-shootin' off the top of the cliff
And if I gotta bring it to you cowards then it′s gonna be sick
Put in my ten thousand hours while the clock still ticks


Zone 6, five fingers with the "suck my dick"
Me and Izzy was slap-boxin' nigga bust my lip
Start fightin' lil′ brother on some tough guy shit
But if you ever did me wrong, he on some What′s right shit
Bust a left, feel the pressure like the bus pipe drip
Blood red rum sippin' they ain′t cut like this

Mama said, "when you fall down, stand up, get a bandage"
"I ain't got cheeseburger money, make a sandwich"
"Why you bein′ bad? See ya dad, get your ass whipped"
Seven crack head bad kids in a caravan, yeah

You can tell a nigga like me ain't met a nigga like me
Metaphysical things seen in dreams, what you believe?
You bleed, I bleed and draw blood
I′m a fuckin' artiste, artist with the gun
I can give my world peace, give your world ether
Big dick or grief, I can give your girl either
She could be the, could be the collapse of a kingdom


But king's gotta peep the seat, word to Caesar
Remind me to keep receipts, y′all shit weak
I ain′t worried that, that bullshit leaked
See the volumes, it speaks to your broke speakers
Niggas breakin' they back tryna promote some shit that ain′t even dope
They ask for my coat when I walk in the door
God flow, I don't walk on the floor
God knows y′all hoes, y'all shows ain′t pack in the door
Crack in the floor, I don't even know
If niggas rappin' no more

′Round in my city (okay), I am my shooter
Mindin′ my business, I am not you
'Round in my city, I am my shooter
Mindin′ my business, I am not you
'Round in my city, I am my shooter
Mindin′ my business, I am not you
'Round in my city (uh), I am my shooter (look)
Mindin′ my business (uh, look), how about you?

Look, uh, I do it for Royal and Rosalyn, Rachel and Carl
Izzy, Precious, Destin, strong seven kids, different blessings (hey)
Izzy athletic as fuck, All-American star, hard head
Scholarship at a school in New Orleans
On the football shit, but in class, he on the smart shit (hey)
Black man using his mind, it's a target on your forehead

Gotta stay on point like a marksman
Make a mark, leave a footprint, went for a marching
Bro graduating so we heading to the blue state
Fam' celebrating, granny cooking up a few cakes
Yeah, gown on with the cap like a toupee
Handed a diploma, all the ruse say, "Hooray"
Yeah, hooray, today, catch a bouquet
Tonight it probably be a movie, what′s a Blu-Ray?
I got some new Js and a fade, we hit the section
With the football team and a couple other professionals

It sound cool but really, this a confessional
Twenty minutes in it, Precious done went to the restroom (hey)
Said they got to hittin′ with some women
And they 'bout to get kicked out
They ain′t even tell us what that shit was about
All I really seen from the big VIP couch
Was a nigga swing, and hit my sister right in the mouth

The bouncer tried to block the door, that way we couldn't get out
But fuck that, the whole team bust that motherfucker down
Now we fighting in the street, it′s like ten and twenty-three
I was seventeen, swinging on any and everything
Bing bing, see my brother doing buddy like a boxing ring

Raj got a bitch doing the hair weave sling
So beautiful, beating ass was like a family thing
Fighting together made us tighter
In spite of how we would argue and scream
And now we brawling right outside of a party in New Orleans
And all the people start police-calling
Pack us inside of a paddy wagon, we sardines
To Saltine crackers that wanna shackle us in chains

Lo and behold, they held us in a holding cell for six
Or maybe seven hours just to let us go without a stain
But who's to blame when all of us got the same mind frame?
We like a gang, mom and pop′ll probably be proud of the shame

Pound for pound, my sister Precious never lost a fade
Got up off the ground and she said she could hear my father sayin'

"When you fall down, stand up, get a bandage"
"I ain't got cheeseburger money, make a sandwich"
"Why you bein′ bad? See ya dad, get your ass whipped"
Seven crack head bad kids in a caravan, yeah

Hoola hoola what happened?
He came in the club
We talking we got to a restaurant
I go in bathroom open door
Hey babe you could have said sorry
I said babe you ain′t gonna say all of that
She was like ohh is that serious

Because you're at the bathroom
Then i said okay babe I gat you
Come out side tah she open the door
Razy said wooo
I said okay we finally done
On a starter she put her Pants off
She open the door right