VCRs Lyrics – JID

Read the complete VCRs Lyrics by JID along with song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
From Rosewood all around the world, brought to you by the same n!ggas that gave us (??)
Reminiscent of the depths of Oscarville, vengeance from the ashes of Tulsa, we present to you, a colossal—
Fu*k you

[Verse 1: JID]
Look, you want a piece of that American pie? Probably humble you
Want that nice crib in the Hills? Real comfortable
You’re Juliet, I’ll be Romeo Montague
My mama said me fooling ’round with you is irresponsible
You know how power and money do
Try to monopolize you like the man with the monocle on his eye

When I pass go, give me two hundred dollars and shoot the fives
I’m from the six, no Devil s*it
Prince of Egypt told me look at life through Heaven’s eyes
Seeing evil s*it was regular, we ain’t recognize
Taraji and Common couldn’t get the guy to testify
They wearing wires and camouflage, its espionage
Hop into the ride, it’s a hellcat but the vessel of God
Cops prolly stop me any time they feel jeopardized
Pull me to the side, I go IG live
If I feel endangered I’ma up my (Fah)
Do it for the squad because its no child ever left behind
Hold me down dog, have my back and just protect my spine
And if they at your neck just know its wrecking time
Only one shot could cause a second line
One, two, three n!ggas riding through the city with they strap on
Four n!ggas at the gas station on the trap phone
Five o’clock traffic on the block, they in the mix
But the plot twist is n!ggas done made it out the six
Seven in the morning off of bouldercrest and flat shoals
No, I haven’t ate, I’m finna eat from off of rap songs
Nine on this waist, you better straighten up your back bone
Ten times out of ten n!ggas is in attack mode
(One, two, three, look, uh)
Everywhere I go, I’m good, ’cause I know the codes (Huh)
I open up my soul and then it open doors

I ain’t killing s*it ’cause I’m cold, it’s ’cause I’m (??)
But I ain’t do this s*it alone, I make it on
I got all of this on my dome, as I write more sentences
If I explode like a truckload of nitroglycerin
You just a bump in the road, s*it, you might go missing, I’m psycho
I keep a pole like I might go fishing
I’m from where shoes came from power lines and light poles
A light skin hoe wanna corner her braids, micro
She on a night stroll and he gon’ buy if the price low
He walk a tight rope, is he sane or out his mind? I hope
(N!ggas gon’ be fine)

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
But wagwan, this s*it get better with time
See this movie not rewinding my friend
We turn the VCRs to dinosaurs, the money we spend just leave us wanting more
But money make the content it spend
Built the world in seven days, wrote a seven you’ll get paid a dollar lying
We was line pressing in our better days, raising hell to get a taste of heaven’s gates
They can’t relate, I wouldn’t wait for them to figure it out
They want the dream without the nightmares, heads in the clouds
Thirsty for clout, they don’t know the burdens I got, murders I copped
Cuz ain’t say a word and got shot, rapping is hot
Now we just a scattering thought, a part of the art
Just a casualty of the war, it goes one, two
Three Five-Seven snub hanging out the window
Four door jeep ride stole it off Obispo
Five years later, I was still on sixty-fifth
I’m a seven figure n!gga, but I will never will forget
Ate top ramen every day like it was gourmet
Nine times out of ten, n!ggas beat the court case
Doing two elevens, ain’t never make us rich
This a twelve gauge shotty, I ain’t gotta aim at sh—

[Verse 3: JID]
Who done lucky thirteenth?
They made an angel out the man, they used to be an Earthling
And you can say it’s dirt cheap
‘Cause when they shooting, n!ggas turn to Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Personally, I know nobody never been perfect or move perfectly
I’m praying when you see me at my worst, you see worth in me
Battling demons, addiction and adversity
Balancing dreams internally, it’s my eternity