BEAU Lyrics – JID

Read the full BEAU lyrics by JID along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Jid’s music, you can also explore Lisa and Animals (Pt. I), two other songs by Jid.

[Intro]
Hip-hop
Yeah
N!ggas not getting money
Uh, look

[Verse 1]
I gave them n!ggas two summers to get their s*it right
On the surface I was cool, but it killed on the inside
As my pen glide across the page, it reminded of the days
Before guns, we ran fades and had fist-fights
I never been afraid of anybody, get a brick and hit a big guy

But it’s not Friday, n!ggas sliding after midnight
Playing cops and robbers, staging robberies excited me
Until that grip of life held on me tighter than a pit fight

[Chorus]
Uh, look, okay
Young black Rambo, riding in the Lambo’
Gun packed, ammo, riding with the—, yeah
Young black Rambo, riding in the Lambo’
Young black (Rambo), ride with the—, yeah
Young black—, ride with the—
Young black Rambo, riding in the Lambo’ (Uh)
Gun packed, ammo, riding in the Lambo’ (Uh, uh)
Young black (Rambo), riding with the—, yeah (Look, uh, alright)

[Verse 2]
Young black n!gga got a dumb sack
Lil’ Jiddy talking big s*it, that’s a contrast
I could triple-task, tickle-tickle, make her cum fast
Why drive in the whip? Crash, you only have one chance
I only got one job (What the fu*k is that?)
To make your fu*king head bob
And turn the bear knob on the speaker to shake a dreadlock
Besides that, I done had this s*it inside a headlock
Tryna get paid off and make off like Bernie Madoff

The vibe that the pie multiply plus divide that
R.I.P. my guy, you know we crying ’til the sky’s black
Shades that match on my face, never show my reaction
I’m quarterbacking, throwing dimes, avoid the sacking
I feel the magic, can’t imagine what I get for rapping
I come up with that ’bout as quick as a finger snap
Off a snap finger, never knew I’d be a rap singer
Buying weed in the trap, lingering
It’s just my brothers and me and we not Ringling
We just came to get some cheese, heard your pockets jingling
Jump a n!gga, shoot a scene, word to John Singleton
Clip as long as Yao Ming, better stop mingling
Now they know me overseas, I am under England
Drinking unresponsibly, cause me to lean in (But we got the weed in)
God willing, I was able, but I’m not The Weeknd
A black Rambo in a Lambo’ (Uh), I’m getting even (S*it, fu*k)

[Chorus]
Uh, look, okay
Young black Rambo, riding in the Lambo’
Gun packed, ammo, riding with the—, yeah
Young black Rambo, riding in the Lambo’
Young black (Rambo), ride with the—, yeah
Young black—, ride with the—
Young black Rambo, riding in the Lambo’
Gun packed, ammo, riding in the Lambo’ (Look, they done let me in this mo—)
Young black (Rambo), riding with the—, yeah (Fu*k, fu*k ’em, look)

[Verse 3]
They let me in the game, I get a toe in, I kicked the door in
I shot the doorman, I shot your folk’nem, I got the dope in
I did my show then I fu*ked your hoe’nem, I’m with my bro’nem, my n!ggas toting (Chill out)
Twin Glock’s, a couple Olsen’s, I’m getting cozy in this b!tch
Shoes off, dirty clothes in the open
None folded, I’m never folding, I smell the Folgers
I’m in the morning plotting with the southern soldiers
You never sober, you not a shooter, you Sefolosha, a self-illusion (S*it, s*it)
We accept that there be challenges and we execute it
But now I’m tryna find my balance on this pedestal
Racking in the revenue, the rage in my head and I see red from out my retinals
It’s like a b0mb, undetectable
And technically I been the best, but, we ain’t being technical
But time’ll be the test to tell, wins, fails, L’s, all perceptual
Yeah and you don’t wanna see JID in the zone
You fu*k around, find JID in the back of your home
With a bookbag, war paint, vests and ammo
K over the shoulder, two Barretta’s, I’m Rambo
Kids lend me your ear and remember’s a Van Gogh
Hop out the van like Van Damme and let the can blow
Everyone scrambling for shelter in shambles
The black Rambo, n!gga, that’s too much damn smoke

[Chorus]
Uh, look, okay
Young black Rambo, riding in the Lambo’
Gun packed, ammo, riding with the—, yeah
Young black Rambo, riding in the Lambo’
Young black (Rambo), ride with the—, yeah
Young black, ride with the (Look and if I ride today, they probably ain’t gon’ want that)
Young black Rambo, riding in the Lambo’ (And if I die today, they said I wouldn’t come back)
Gun packed, ammo, riding in the Lambo’ (And if I ride today, they probably ain’t gon’ want that)
Young black (Rambo), riding with the—, yeah (And if I die today, they said I wouldn’t come back)