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Crack Sandwich Lyrics by JID, from the album ” The Forever Story“, music has been produced by Nami, Cardiak & TBHits, and Crack Sandwich song lyrics are penned by Nami, Cardiak, TBHits & JID.

Crack Sandwich Lyrics

Look, yeah, uh, look

You can tell a nigga like me ain’t never had shit
R.I.P., I miss my dawgs like Mike Vic
Zombies in that midnight fog, them bars sic ’em
Gon’ fall victim to a gun brawl started over some bitches, huh
Niggas trippin’, they takin’ whatever’s given
The irony when a nigga’s starvin’, gotta grip the biscuit
Jump the fence, empty all the dishes out ya kitchen
If you witness it, then click, click, click, and they spill the grits
Feel the kick, fuck a fair catch killer, who tryna take the hit?
First take go to first base, Stephen A. Smith Wess’
On the hill, talkin’ shit like Skip
Or Shannon, sharp-shootin’ off the—
And if I gotta bring it to you cowards then it’s gonna be quick
Put in my ten thousand hours while the clock still ticks
Zone 6, five fingers with the “Suck my dick”
Me and Izzy was slap-boxin’, nigga bust my lip
Start fightin’, lil’ brother on some tough guy shit
But if you ever did me wrong, he on some “What’s right?” shit
Bust a left, feel the pressure like the bus pipe drip
Blood red rum sippin’, they ain’t cut like this
Mama said, “When you fall down, stand up, get a bandage”
“I ain’t got cheeseburger money, make a sandwich”
“Why you bein’ bad? See ya dad, get your ass whipped”
Seven crackhead bad kids in a caravan, yeah

Somebody involved in stealin’, it’s on, it wasn’t
It’s gon’ be so bad, yeah
When the girl went off on Precious
The girl went off on Precious
The girl went off on Precious and Rosen went in
No, Rosen said, “Oh, for real, I’ll see you when you get outside
Exactly, exactly
That’s okay, my fault, my fault, my fault
For real? No, no, no, no, stop, stop, stop, stop—
Look, check, look

You can tell a nigga like me ain’t met a nigga like me
Metaphysical things seen in dreams, what you believe?
You bleed and I bleed and draw blood
I’m a fuckin’ artiste, Artest with the gun
I can give my world peace, give your world ether
Big dick or grief, I can give your girl either
She could be the, could be the collapse of a kingdom
But king’s gotta peep the seat, word to Caesar
Remind me to keep receipts, y’all shit weak
And I’m sorry that that bullshit leaked
See the volumes, it speaks to your broke speakers
Niggas breakin’ they back tryna promote some shit that ain’t even dope
They ask for my coat when I walk in the door
God flow, I don’t walk on the floor
God knows y’all hoes, y’all shows ain’t pack in the door
Crack in the floor, I don’t even know if niggas rappin’ no more, come on

‘Round in my city (Okay), I am my shooter
Mindin’ my business, I am not you
‘Round in my city, I am my shooter
Mindin’ my business, I am not you
‘Round in my city, I am my shooter
Mindin’ my business, I am not you
‘Round in my city (Uh), I am my shooter (Look)
Mindin’ my business (Uh, look), how about you?

Uh, trynna find a way to, like
Not overstep, but it’s really just me i-
It’s sum I gotta-
What up?
Uh, look

Pardon me, but a part of me lookin’ for more
Givin’ my heart, givin’ my art, givin’ my artery, what do you want more?
My [?] boy black, lookin’ for joy
They snatch ya, lookin’ back for pain before
But I’m tapped, I left tap water and tap dance
[?] before the lord the pattern is no void
And I’m gonna avoid the worst, to come with the voices inside of my head
I’m sick of this noise
So be a big nigga, put your finger on your trigger
At you lookin’ to the mirror-mirror-mirror on the wall
And let that bitch rip at your back dont slip, and [?]
Give a fuck bout y’all
She [?], my dick tip, my black balls
[?] to your jaws
[?] crowd, giving applause
But in my spirit, I feel like a day I’ll figure it out
Nigga, my nigga, look at the bigger picture
We flawed, okay, cool, you pick up the figures, nigga, you proud
We paid dues, but now you have to do what you can
You can’t abuse your power
Unless you came up with a plan
And put someone on [?]
But dont get shit fucked up, I be in the front door with the .45
Don’t front back, then right now, last week, last month
In the backseat, shotgun, dont got no one?

Pardon me, but a part of me lookin’ for more
Givin’ my heart, givin’ my art, givin’ my artery, what do you want more?
My [?] boy straps, they gun employers
Party and [?], and crack coming to stores and zones
Boy, the [?] chosens, boy rooms, and [?] nothing to do, but more wars
And more videos [?] to more women to more widows
Lookin’ for food without a dude with four kiddos
But fuck it, I’m sick as fuck and told the motherfuckers to recover and kick it up and [?]
And spit up on [?] like a drug
Loaded, [?] information on who the plug
Black night, black love, black life, black baby
Give her [?], give her brother a hug
And thats a [?] (That’s right)
If any trouble to come we never crumb (That’s right, we been up on life)

Got a wave to feel the enemies on the way
Give a lil energy, anything motivated
Coming ’round (That’s right)
Now we stay, knock it down (That’s right)
Don’t be afraid, just if you feel locked out
And come feel love, feel love right now
Feel love, come feel love, feel love, right now
Right now, come feel love, feel love right now
Feel love, come feel love, come feel love, right now
Come feel the love, come feel the love
Come feel the love, come feel the love
Come feel the love, come feel the love (Show me love)
Come feel the love, you gotta hold the love, you gotta-


SONG INFO:

Song: Crack Sandwich
Album: The Forever Story (2022)
Singer: JID
Music: Nami, Cardiak & TBHits
Lyrics: Nami, Cardiak, TBHits & JID



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