Community Lyrics – JID

Read the complete Community 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 Gz and On McAfee, two other songs by JID.

[Chorus: JID]
The rain couldn't understand it
The pain made them understand, s*it
The sun tried to understand
The gun made me understand
The rain trial whispering the warning
The land shaking, plus the rhythm is enormous
All the forces like a portal to a vortex
Connected to the stars, just projecting where we part at
Pull up where you park at
Aim a little dark (Lil' b!tch)
Where your bark at?

[Verse 1: JID]
It'd be a shame if you stay in them apartments
Twelve barely even came to them 'partments
Catch a play, then parlay in them apartments
I swear it's like a party every day in them 'partments
You was raised in them 'partments, dang
Jump a shot, or join the gang in them 'partments
My momma say we gotta get away from them 'partments
It's graves in them 'partments
And it ain't gotta end this way, 'cause we ain't start s*it
(Huh, look, okay)

[Verse 2: MARCO PLUS]
I don't give a fu*k about no industry beef
Ain't nobody give a fu*k when Tay was dead in the street
I don't do the s*it you see on the screens
I been tapped in with true things
I peep your rap cap and I'll screw things
I don't give a fu*k about them n!ggas at the top
The biggest n!gga on the block still get shot
Pop, you thinking Pac, I'm thinking- (Brr)
Can't talk about that s*it from- you gotta chill out, you seen FOX?

[Verse 3: JID]
Lisan al Gaib, I see a tiny line of silver
A way to make a play, although they say it's unfamiliar
It's off the kilter, I say the words without a filter
You gotta have nerve, it'll make you strong if it don't kill' ya'
I'll put a bullet in Bob the fu*king Builder
'Fore they try and kick us out the building
What about the children?
When I check a news channel, I get a similar feeling, but still
We gon' make it to Heaven, high water or hell
But don't take the highways, two-eighty-five behind the damn wheel
It's like a driveway
Even all I could give Christ and I'd do it twice
(??) Chris, heard thunder hit with lightning
And still I didn't feel s*it, talk about resilience
I was stoned, locked on, you (??) home it to my brilliance
It was after then I took my talents right up to Virginia
Heard they said the s*it for lovers, s*it was gutter, s*it was gritty
I could tell you what it was, but let bro tell you what I'm missing
Pay attention

[Verse 4: Pusha T]
What's missing in my hood, I identified
Then I brought white to my hood, s*it, I gentrified
We had military arms, we was semper fi'
Point blank, let me simplify
I been light-post corner boy
Green box sitter, crack n!gga
Tryna hustle up and act thicker
Six deuce buyer, n!ggas really live The Wire
From lookouts, then we meteor to suppliers
Caged in, one way in, one way out
Robocops on mountain bikes, ain't pulling mace out
Just tryna get back home, from getting chased out
A week ago a boy like me don't got a face now
Departments, the projects, the ghettos, all the same s*it
Crazy how we hopscotch and double-dutched danger
We ADHD and all the pills that you gave us
How we s'posed to process this anger?

[Chorus: JID]
The rain couldn't understand it
The pain made them understand, s*it
The sun tried to understand
The gun made me understand
The rain trial whispering the warning
The land shaking, plus the rhythm is enormous
All the forces like a portal to a vortex
Connected to the stars, just projecting where we part at
Pull up where you park at
Aim a little dark
Where your bark at?

[Verse 5: Malice]
My ghetto's not your culture, n!ggas really die here
So hard to say "Goodbye", it's the only lullaby here
Kilos turning boys to men, gotta pick a side here
Some were Jesus Shuttlesworth, some of us were Nasirs
As time goes by, it's eye for an eye here
My n!ggas mob deep, the fittest gon' survive here
We New Jersey drive here, chop-chop, ride here
This Jack in the box, shouldn't come as no surprise here
You n!ggas (??) own, street cred gets denied here
Section 8 living, we treat it like a timeshare
Mother, auntie, cousin, couldn't tell you who reside there
But never seen a father that was government devised here
Conquer and divide here, crash and collide here
When kings can't raise a young prince, the doves cry here
Candylady right there, zombieland right there
Them 'partments be the perfect backdrop for any nightmare