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Destin Choice Route (born October 31, 1990), better known by his stage name JID (also stylized J.I.D), is an American rapper, singer and songwriter. He is part of the musical collective Spillage Village, founded by EarthGang in 2010, with Hollywood JB, JordxnBryant, and 6lack, among others. He is also signed to J. Cole's Dreamville Records and Interscope Records. He is also a member of the hip-hop supergroup Zoink Gang, with Smino, Buddy and Guapdad 4000.JID began gaining recognition after releasing several independent projects such as Route of Evil (2012), Para Tu (2013) and DiCaprio (2015). His debut studio album, The Never Story, was released on March 10, 2017 to public praise and included the single "Never". He released his second album DiCaprio 2 on Nove… more »

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This young boy from Texas, so excuse my grammar
Big booty my standards, deuce in Fanta
If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera
Check my fellas, we all flock the same
We birds of the same feather
We together, this forever
Switchin' bezels every level

Me and Cinco push that two-door coupe
Ain't none of this shit rented
Servin' fishes, f*ck yo' favorite rapper, hope he get offended
I was trippin' off that ho before, but promise I ain't trippin'
I was trippin' off them Ksubi jeans
But now my closet drip designer
Got a bag and I couldn't be Prada (nah)
Drop a song and yo' status went nada (nah)
In the booth if I'm tryna get proper (yeah)
I was a school boy just tryna get collard greens
Homie outside wit' Alicia Keys
I made money from mics, they made money from fiends (yeah)
Root of all evil, what got me them tickets at Regal
So f*ck what's illegal
I'm different, I really ain't get a handout
I know half of these rappers were gimmicks (on gang)
I write my own lyrics, I bought my own pendant
All them O's, but my songs screamin' f*ck yo' opinion
No need for a nigga to say that I'm winnin'
It's f*ck everybody the way I been feelin' (on God)
I got me a bitch and my bitch got a bitch (on God, on God)
So they down for a threesome, nigga, pimpin' (ayy, ayy)

This young boy from Texas so excuse my grammar
Big booty my standards, D'USSE and Fanta
If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera
Check my fellas, we all flock the same (look, look, look, look, look, look, look)
We birds of the same feather (this JID, uh)
We together, this forever
Switchin' bezels every level (look)

Just a lil' nigga from the Six with a motherfuckin' chip on my shoulder
Check a nigga chin, go and get this shit over
Chevy or the Benz, he'll probably'll get the Rover
But, then again, all three what he get for a show
But he never sober, probably gon' need a chauffeur
'Cause he ain't underground no more, niggas was gophers
Long behold them hoes say now they know you
North pole, South pole, bitches bipolar
Pour four, Ye told me drive slowly
Twenty-four plus more, my drive Kobe
Give and go, the flow is my only
One of a kind, you not Obi-Wan Kenobi
Many have tried and failed, parking lot full of shells
When hammers are flyin', wear a disguise, you not Loki
No Avenger friends, we not homies
Wanna live too fast? You die slowly
Really, you jokin', I don't know what these niggas smokin'
That shit potent if you thinkin' I ain't the dopest
The whip ghostin', if it go, shit, the hip Olsen
Twin clips, lil' nigga, you could get both of 'em
Rap game take over, I'm JID Hova
Gettin' dirt off of my shoulder, I'm gettin' older
Way out in Budapest from the Crest Boulder
I'll be there if you lookin' over your left shoulder
They be there if I need a nigga to step on you
G's movin' in silence, niggas' deaf toned
Tone deaf, my songs is bein' slept on
Fast forward, I'm on, bumpin' in headphones
Shawty wanna take off her thong, jump in the bed
I don't know her but I'm thinkin', "Oh well, give me your cell phone"
Cellulite on her ass, titties was silicone
In the land of Atlanta, I love bein' home
I wanna seat on the throne, I ain't gon' leave it alone
For all the people that's speakin' now, let's even the score
Knock on the door, it's a shotgun, you peepin' a hole
Niggas'll sleep on the floor, I used to sleep on the floor
I'm undefeated, you want a feature, I'm eatin' your soul
My sister a killer, she be shootin' out a Kia Soul
Wanna get the kid, that probably cost a couple kilos
Me and Mike rob before your dimes, like Deebo

This young boy from Texas, so excuse my grammar
Big booty my standards, deuce in Fanta
If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera
Check my fellas, we all flock the same
We birds of the same feather
We together, this forever
Switchin' bezels every level

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