YouUgly Lyrics – JID

Read the complete YouUgly Lyrics by JID along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Jid’s music, you can also explore Community and Gz, two other songs by Jid.

[Part I]

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
FlyGod does like ugly, n!gga (FlyGod, ah, grrt)
My b!tch ugly, n!gga, my b!tch ugly, n!gga (Grrt)
My shoes cost me eight thousand and they ugly, n!gga (They ugly, n!gga)
See, we ain’t the fu*king same (We ain’t the fu*king same)
Uh-uh, bum-ass n!ggas
I wish I fu*king would wanna be another n!gga but me (Grrt)
You n!ggas don’t even fu*king take care of your kids, n!gga (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Ah, fashion week coming up (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Ah, I’ma fu*k at least three models

[Verse: JID]
Uh, look
Live from the depths of Hell
With angel wings that have yet to flail
And fans argue ’bout record sales like they record exec’s themselves
It’s like we all under a spell and still I hope this message reaches you well
God does like ugly and I could tell
Living check to check, n!gga, check the mail
Another bill, pimp, my brother ain’t even got no bail
On his third strike and if he serve life, them crackers prolly light the (??), serves you right
You right, s*it too real, it just gave me chills
The Devil’s outside, angels is in the infield
Instigating a riot, then aiming it at your windshield
It ain’t right, n!gga, what’s you gon’ fight or is you gon’ sit still?
I’m saying, like, we share the same plight, that’s why we in here
They tipped the scale, if there’s a way, then there’s a will
Using words doing- (Work), moving weights just like Adele
Far cry from bugs in cereal boxes on the shelves
Now I order escargot on the plate, it’s a fu*king snail
Yeah, Emma Stone behind the microphone, comparisons pale
It’s been a long time coming, I swear, but let’s be clear
N!ggas know I been killing this s*it for years
Just took a fu*king ceiling challenge to show I’m above my peers, be serious (Be fu*king for real)

[Outro]
(??), it’s tears in my eyes, I know
That tomorrow will bring sunny skies
And I will look back and smile
‘Cause it’s just a moment in time
It’s just a moment in time
And trouble could stay for a while
It’s just a moment
(Although I can see it, I know and believe thi-i—)

[Part II]

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
The name’s JJ Fish (??)
I’ma at least pop ten bottles (At least, woo)
This that ’03 mix
Get my d!ck sucked by the Eiffel, n!gga
Three months at the Ritz

[Verse: JID]
Uh, look
Look into the light from a dark place
Hair plants told God, he laughed at my face
I’m an idiot thinking that we were safe
Now they outside waiting, it’s on-off, it’s all safety
I saw it all, I’m the one catch fades like Jamarr Chase
Paul Walker playing chicken, it’s a car race
N!gga, he ain’t ready to crash (Hahaha)
Ludacris laugh, I’m sticking to it, can’t nobody stop me
I’m top five, pop the Glock two times, might be top three
And I don’t know the Fibonacci sequence
Put the numbers together and something gotta make sense
Put some dents in this b!tch, make a footprint
This ain’t The Blueprint, n!gga, this the blackprint
I’d let a K pop, no BLACKPINK
Hood n!gga, good sense, no bulls*itting
Atlanta n!gga living like the president
All my n!ggas presidential inauguration, no Nixon, no Reagan
New stick, just a beast, no nation under God
Indivisible with liberty, that’s just for the squad
Red dogs walk around the park and them apartments
Tell us the part? They can’t even tell us apart
Description, that n!gga wasn’t dark, it was dark (He was black)
Fu*k, I find a spark
Picked up the pen just to write some remarks
The wrongs, the ugliest songs from the heart
Whole bunch of bars, no hoes barred
Dumb hoe, bad n!gga, shut up, scars
Bro go loco, woah, that’s hard (Your s*it sucks)
Christo, Childish, two Mozart
I know more money the primes could start
More said I (??), so I’m not so smart
Thinking back to being a lil’ badass kid
It’s JID and friends playing Mario Kart
Looking at my big brother bagging at me
And moving ’round the city like Lewis & Clark
Hop out the car, turn ‘to Carl Lewis
If you caught that bar, you understand why I do this
You don’t know me, if you only knew me when I was lil’ Route
A lil’ piece of rhyme truth came out of my mucus
And now that Slime free, you can see it’s still stupid
Everybody fried, n!ggas outside ruthless
Tryna stand out in a crowd amongst fools
And it’s cool, but, it’s not about you right now
We ain’t the fu*king same at all

[Outro: Westside Gunn & JID]
We ain’t the fu*king same (We ain’t the fu*king same; ugly s*it, n!gga)
Ah, bum-ass n!ggas (Grrt)
Smack you on Sunday morning, n!gga (Mmm)
On your way to church, n!gga
Make sure you get there on time