Gz Lyrics – JID

Gz Lyrics Meaning

[Intro]
Just setting the mood.

[Chorus]
JID is talking about how people see him and others from his environment—as wild, dangerous, anxious, and always armed. It’s like the world expects them to be violent or troubled. He’s challenging that view and warning others to stop underestimating or messing with them. There’s a mix of frustration and defiance here.

[Verse 1]
JID opens up about deep-rooted anger, saying it runs through his whole body. He keeps a weapon close because of how unsafe things feel. Even though he’s thankful for life, he’s also dealing with pain and trauma that sometimes hits hard. He warns not to let other people’s views change how you see yourself. If you want respect, you have to show it too. While others fake drama, he’s dealing with real issues.

He talks about how people treat street life like a game or competition, but for him and others, it’s survival. There’s a lot of hurt in the South where he’s from. One of his friends connects with drug dealers in Colombia, showing how deep the hustle runs. He then shifts to how people judge him for being “too tough” or too rough around the edges—basically not fitting society’s clean-cut image.

He’s tired, frustrated, and over it, but that doesn’t make him a bad person. He touches on how Black lives often get dismissed, and how it feels like there’s a cycle that just keeps repeating. Instead of feeling sorry, he wants to celebrate surviving it all. He ends by questioning civil rights leaders’ different approaches—suggesting maybe Malcolm X’s fight-back mentality fits the reality better than Martin Luther King’s peaceful one.

[Chorus]
He repeats the vibe of being tough, misunderstood, and living in a chaotic world. The feelings of being anxious, worn out, and always ready for something to go wrong come back. It’s like he’s reinforcing that this is their reality, and they’re done pretending otherwise.

[Bridge]
Just hyping the energy again.

[Verse 2]
Here, JID tells a personal story. He parked somewhere, came back to find his car broken into. They took everything—spare change, the gun, even his insurance papers. He describes how dark it is inside the car with the window tint, and jokes about needing it even darker because of how sketchy things have gotten lately. He says when he’s driving through the city, cops assume he’s up to no good, like he’s hustling, just because he’s Black.

Even though the economy is terrible, he’s still trying to stay focused on business. Then he starts remembering past times—breaking into cars, kicking doors, struggling to survive while sleeping on floors. He’s saying those times shaped him more than people realize.

As he talks about current events, it’s clear life still hasn’t let up. He returns to his car again and notices glass everywhere—realizes his window was smashed. He knows it’s because the stadium is nearby and crime just spills over into their neighborhood. His heart starts racing, but once he sees the damage, he’s relieved they didn’t find his gun.

He gets a bit sarcastic about what they took—like, why would someone even want blunt spray and paperwork? But then he reminds us: in Atlanta, that kind of thing happens all the time. It might not be gangs wearing bandanas, but the violence and desperation are still there. These young guys are doing this to escape their own pain. In the end, JID points to the same people who act like they care, but are really responsible for the mess.

[Chorus]
He’s repeating the same raw message: they’ve been pushed into this “gangsta” life by their environment. Everyone’s on edge, dealing with anxiety, danger, and scars. He’s saying again—stop acting like this is just some show. This is real, and they’re done playing games.

[Outro]
Wrapping it up with a nod to the gangsta theme.