General
 作词 : Dicaprio/L. Boyd/D. Coleman
 作曲 : Dicaprio/L. Boyd/D. Coleman
General -J.I.D
Written by ：DiCaprio/L.Boyd/D.Coleman
Check anybody can see the kid got it
I see niggas ignore it so I feel a way about it
From rapping in that truck with bolts on and rolling blunts
Bagging a couple b**ches and f**king them all at once
Friday night lights I was catching and dropping punts
Thinking about rapping I could be JID or like Chris Johnson
My thumbs keep strumming kinda like the Mumford sons
Mommy went dumb when she got that call I had got caught
Kicked out of college for tongues niggas be talking
I wasn't even on camera just hit the lick with some amateurs
Glad we did that
Now I'm flying to los angels with a 8th in my pre rolls
Call that sh*t a tarantula
Tarantino on your big screen ho
Slave man south east coast JID or dicap Leo
Set it off my big sis reminded me of Cleo
And my brothers is killers you might see on nat geo'
You gotta chill cause niggas can get they cap peeled
I keep that 40like I'm pat Tillman
They sent my ni**a up the hill yea they jack Jill'd 'em
And a million other black children
Let's crack the seal I'm spilling
Alright
I feel amazing I can feel the haters do something
I ain't finna fade ya I ain't got a taser shoot something
Niggas talking crazy wipe the little baby too funny
Pull up on ya had the crew coming take a deuce on ya hold up
Looking for it in the night time
I been looking for it all day
Imma get it at the right time
Watch em f**k with me the long way
Watch a ni**a at the bike whip
Hit the buyer with the stone face
Greenbriar with the whole case
Bust it down and flood the whole state
B**ches know when that work good
Anna Mae eat the whole cake
We ain't even gotta role play
Had to get it out the bowl way
Kill sh*t OJ no way Jose slo mo OK
I don't do this sh*t at your pace
I ain't here to do it your way
And I'm coming thru the ceiling thru the floor
Back and front door way
You do not want war I swear I swore on your grave
I been on my sh*t since like 6th 5th and 4th grade wait
Even before grades going to my brother court dates
And I asked my momma bout what he did but they'd never tell me
Then I figured he killed a ni**a or got caught for some d**e he selling
Kinda close but no cigarillo he was armored up that's a armadillo
My pops did time in the military
And he taught us how to disarm a ni**a
See the boys you better warn a ni**a
But JID prolly got warrants ni**a
Like north Carolina or south Carolina
Got the hideout in like Florence ni**a
Swear your raps so boring ni**a
Then you say you trap you be lying ni**a
I don't f**k with none of y'all happy trappers
Better go out and strap people dying ni**a lord
Sorry we making all the noise
But you ain't have to call the boys
Some sh*t you just can't avoid
Dumb sh*t cooling with the squad