YouUgly Lyrics – JID

“YouUgly” Lyrics by JID is a latest English song in the voice of JID. Its music too is composed by singer while brand new “YouUgly” song lyrics are also written by JID. This is a popular song among the people of United States of America. “YouUgly” by JID is a wild, raw, and confident track where he talks about embracing what others call ugly — from fashion to women to the harsh truths of life. JID blends humor, flexing, and deep reflections on struggle, identity, and survival. He highlights how far he’s come, calling out fake people and staying true to himself through pain, chaos, and success.

YouUgly Lyrics

[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

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YouUgly Lyrics Meaning

[Part I]
[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Westside Gunn kicks off by proudly saying he doesn’t follow typical beauty standards—his girl’s not traditionally attractive, his expensive shoes are ugly, but he owns it. It’s all about standing out and being confident in your own skin, not trying to be anyone else. He’s saying he’d never trade places with another man, especially those who don’t even handle their responsibilities like raising their kids. As fashion week approaches, he’s flexing his lifestyle, saying he plans to sleep with models—again, showing off his status but in a raw, flashy way. It sets the tone for being unapologetically different and self-assured.

[Verse: JID]
JID jumps in with a powerful start, saying he’s coming from a dark place but still trying to stay hopeful. He talks about how people argue over numbers like album sales even though they don’t really know the business. Everyone’s caught up in a weird trance chasing clout, but he’s just trying to send a real message. He says even God embraces the “ugly”—the flaws, the pain, the realness. He shares the stress of living paycheck to paycheck, bills piling up, and his brother being stuck in jail on his third strike, possibly for life. That stuff hits hard, and he feels the weight of it. He paints this crazy scene of chaos—devil outside, angels in the infield, like life’s a game with spiritual warfare happening. He challenges listeners: are you going to fight back or just sit there?

He talks about shared struggles, especially within the Black community, and how the system is rigged. But still, if there’s a chance, you’ve got to find a way. He flexes his skill by saying he moves words like weight—like Adele moves physical weight. He remembers the tough times—eating cereal with bugs in it—and compares it to now, eating fancy food like escargot. He takes pride in his growth and talent, saying no one really compares to him. Even if others are famous, he’s been doing this at a high level for years. He’s just now getting his due respect. That “ceiling challenge” line means he had to go beyond expectations just to prove he’s better than most, even though he’s been that way.

[Outro]
Here, the vibe softens. It’s reflective. JID’s acknowledging the pain he feels now but also holding onto hope. He knows that better days are coming and that what he’s feeling right now is just temporary. The tough moments won’t last forever, and eventually, he’ll be able to look back and smile. It’s a short pause of vulnerability in the middle of all the chaos.

[Part II]
[Intro: Westside Gunn]
This part is all about flaunting a flashy, wild lifestyle. Westside Gunn introduces himself, saying he’s going to party hard—popping bottles, living the high life at luxury spots like the Ritz. He even throws in a wild brag about a s*xual encounter near the Eiffel Tower. It’s over-the-top on purpose, just to show he’s living big.

[Verse: JID]
JID opens up again, saying he’s been through some really dark times, and even when he asked God for help—like with getting his hair back—God laughed, almost like life is just that unfair. He admits he was foolish to think things were ever really safe. The world’s dangerous, and now it feels like the threats are always nearby. He compares facing danger to athletes and movie scenes, referencing people like Ja’Marr Chase and Paul Walker to show the risk and intensity of life. He’s not scared of the chaos though—he’s built for it, and no one can stop his momentum.

He says he’s one of the best rappers out there, even if people don’t always give him the credit. He’s not big on technical math like Fibonacci, but he knows life has to add up somehow. He wants to leave a mark, even if it’s messy. He says this isn’t some copy of a famous blueprint—it’s his own version, raw and real. He even flips a K-pop pun with BLACKPINK, then quickly grounds himself by saying he’s a street-smart Atlanta guy with no time for nonsense. He compares himself to a president—serious power moves, no corruption like past leaders.

He touches on how racial profiling still affects Black people—cops can’t even describe suspects right, just say “he was Black.” That stuff fuels his fire. He turns all the pain and anger into lyrics straight from the heart—no filters. He throws in some disses at wack rappers and keeps bigging up his team like Christo and Childish. He reflects on his younger days, causing trouble, playing games, and watching his older brother hustle. He and his friends were like explorers, moving through the city figuring stuff out. That Carl Lewis line shows how fast he can pivot and move when needed.

He says you don’t truly know him unless you knew him back in his early days as “Lil Route,” just a kid spitting truth from the start. Now, with Young Thug (Slime) free, he says things are still wild. The world is chaotic, and people are desperate to stand out, but it’s not about being seen right now—it’s about standing for something real. He wraps it up by repeating that he’s nothing like these other guys.

[Outro: Westside Gunn & JID]
The final lines hit with some aggressive energy. They’re basically saying, “We’re not the same, don’t get it twisted.” JID and Westside Gunn are calling out fake or lazy dudes, especially the kind who pretend to be righteous but don’t even live right. They’ll even slap you on your way to church, just to prove a point—don’t play with them. It’s harsh, but it’s about calling out hypocrisy and being unapologetically real.

FAQs

Q. Who has sung YouUgly song?
A. YouUgly song is sung by JID.

Q. Who wrote YouUgly lyrics?
A. YouUgly lyrics are penned by JID.

Q. Who has given the music of YouUgly song?
A. YouUgly music is composed and produced by JID.

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