Sistanem (Explicit) - JID
Lyrics by：Destin Route/Kameron Cole/John Welch/James Blake Litherland/Taalib Johnson/Osunlade/Eric Roberson
Composed by：Destin Route/Kameron Cole/John Welch/James Blake Litherland/Taalib Johnson/Osunlade/Eric Roberson
Cole you stupid
Look you told me never let this get a hold of me
You hate to see me hurt you wanna hurt someone for me
Way too down to Earth don't do no dirt for me please
I don't need nobody else takin' a deal or a plea
God knowin' what I'm doin' he gon' deal with me
N***as ain't cut like that she'll kill for me
And I don't care if we don't speak for like a million weeks
You right there when I need you
But I know these ain't your kind of people
I finally bought a home to raise my family
I'm done with all the h*es and they anatomies
I tried to call your phone again you said It wasn't on
And by the time you got my letter I was long gone
Back on the road gone with the wind blows
Packin' the shows h*es and the nymphos platinum and gold
You know how this **** go when family's gone
You don't know what you here for uh
Just remember remember when mm
Mommies daughters martyrs callers
Ballers fathers all the fallen
Mommies daughters martyrs callers
Ballers fathers all the fallen
Look you said I shouldn't worry 'bout the fame
You seem to be concerned of what you heard about the game
'Cause soon as n***as get a little change n***as change
And playin' with the Lord's name sayin' it in vain
You heard a song and said I did the same thing
You seein' somethin' different in my eyes and she emphasized
And I ain't get it at the time I couldn't listen
Had to call her back line packed sold out tickets
I'm on the wrong track road back **** it I'm hittin' it
On the road I'ma bulldoze the globe for the dough
She know she happy that we doin' better than before
As long as I'm sellin' shows you ain't sellin' for your soul
I felt like she was yellin' like Azealia in that megaphone
Said I'ma hit you in the mornin' keep your message on
I did my set then sat alone for a second by myself
Asked questions choices destination courses
Highways routes voices rollin'
Voices goin' on and on and on it's noisy
I'm not the only one affected by the poison in the mind
And the lifestyle that shine from the iced-out diamonds
That combine with misogynistic mindsets
Dialect from slave die tribe they tryna dissect to re-digest
I tossed that mindset overboard like an object
I'm tryna find a letter to the Lord from the projects
'Cause when I was a boy I didn't know that we was poor
And now I'm on tour I got a moment to explore
And show my n***as somethin' we ain't never seen before
Open doors so you know I'm goin'
Back on the road gone with the wind blows
Packin' the shows h*es and nymphos platinum and gold
You know how this **** go when family's gone
You don't know what you here for uh
Just remember remember when mm
Mommies daughters martyrs callers
Ballers fathers all the fallen
Mommies daughters martyrs callers
Ballers fathers all the fallen
Why do I get so d**n high that I can't feel my face
Try and try to free my mind but I can't find a way
Why do I get so d**n high that I can't feel my face
Try and try to free my mind but I can't find a way
Look I never gave that much a **** about this ****
To let it challenge my integrity
But you questionin' me got me back and you thinkin' less of me
The lesson in this **** is we should talk face to face **** the messagin'
Meet me in the flesh and you can see that I'm still lil' Destin
Lil' brubbie lil' BB bald head as a baby in the Huggies
Stunt like my dad I'm a druggie
Money in my hands but it's bloody
Try to understand if you love me ayy
Make plans we can roll like the old days
FaceTime call came with a stone-cold face
We don't talk often when we do it's an Are you okay
Somebody ****in' with you
I'm on the way
It's on the waist I can tell the way you look that ain't the case
Figured you was mad at me
When you said you need a break from the family
And you not participatin' in no Pagan holiday gatherings
And ever since I start rappin' I ain't never in Atlanta too long
And I hate havin' to only see the family when somethin' bad happen
Like when Granny passed I ain't wanna answer the phone
Writin' in my pad hopin' that I don't remember these wrongs
Last time I seen you we was sendin' her home
October November December was gone
But on the 25th we gotta be there for mom
I'm tired of today can I see you tomorrow
I could be on the way soon as I finish this song
So you can see I'm still true in everything that I been doin'
And I don't **** with the Devil but I know he pursuin'
And I know that Jesus died thirty-three like Ewing
And he prolly did the same **** that we like doin'
I know you got to feel the animosity bloomin'
It's gettin' bad and I'm sad our relationship ruined over some trash
But it's past that
Send me all the money that I gave you over Cashapp back
Since you actin' as if you
We're sorry you have reached a number that is
Aw
That's ****ed up
That's ****ed that's ****ed man that's right
