JID, Earthgang – Can’t Punk Me

Lyrics Can’t Punk Me – JID & Earthgang

I was just a, I was just a, uh
I was just a, look at me, uh

I was just a poor-ass n**ga before I turned into a poet
Pro kids kickin’ the dirt, we playin’ buss ’em up, throw it
Ain’t never been off a flat show, the f**k is a foreign
All of my heroes had zeroes and customers growin’
Ain’t no hoin’ me boy, I ain’t goin’
Pistol point,’ rib showin’, get the point, try disciplinin’
A n**ga’s disappointed, I participated, could’ve been avoided
But they kill a n**ga, try to fill the void, feelin’ fouls and a draw
It’s a girl, it’s a child, it’s a boy in a world, tryna drown out the noise

You heard that, you like that, you feel that, you do
You serve that, make a bird bag, alert pack, the flu, huh
Get a knife and get a gun too
Hood n**gas don’t do Kung-Fu
‘Bout to jump y’all, n**ga, jumped you
Pull out the pump, can’t punk you, uh

Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, b**ch
Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, ho
Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, b**ch
Pull out the pump, lil’ punk b**ch..②

Okay, what’s happenin’ shawty
From the land where the preachers always packin’, shawty
No, I’m never lackin’, shawty
Pulpit pulls that ratchet eat your heart out like it’s a starvin’ pitbull
S**t, where I’m from, everybody got a tool
KP said, You post your wins, you gotta repeat ’em again and again
But see, I was born for greatness, why the hell should I pretend
Like I wasn’t in the arms of Allah, bear-huggin’
I fear no man nor brandish steel, here’s your fair warning
The audacity to think that I surpassed them from Atlanta streets
You must be crazy, nah, let’s be clear, I’m clairvoyant
I never left from Zone-4, b**ch, f**k is a foreign
But I knew I’d drag my nuts across the world ‘fore I was tourin’

Europeans rainin’ kisses out in Paris, it was pourin’
N**ga, I was just in Georgia where the gunshots was stormin’
Blacka, blacka, blacka, tell the story
To be or not to be dead in the morning
If you knew the cage that I was raised in
S**t, my n**ga, then
You should loot the path I’m out here blazin’
Guess he thought we jumpin’
Run ’cause he was pistol wavin’
Motherf**ker, f**k the Devil
Boy I’m from the A, man

Sweep, sweep, mop, mop
Wow, great as Dot
Been frequenting the gunshot like a movie montage
Sip this Teremana, feel it like Dwayne the Rock
The way I rock be I-Y-K-Y-K, okay, I kick before I knock
This s**t is real, real, kill or be killed, no model citizen
Suspense, steal her with the blue steel, stray from bein’ healed
I been stealin’ ‘fore the pure thrill
Runnin’ up in buildings like the Grinch in Whoville
What’s life without adrenaline

Put you on a shirt, now your purge merch, yur
Death is freedom, some deserve worse, huh
You get me
You got me, I’m always talkin’ but a n**ga lil’ diamond
That n**ga mean, you mean about proxy
I don’t really f**k with these n**gas like Gandhi
What’s yeah-yeah, what’s up, n**ga try me
Lot of this s**t just lucky timing
What’s yeah-yeah, what’s up, n**ga try me
Broad day brawl and the blood look shiny
What’s yeah-yeah, what’s up, n**ga
I can always sniff out a f**k n**ga
I’m the dog, I’ma upset the front runner
Bark big but the bite is a bit bigger

Okay, pull out the pump, can’t punk me
Crocodile Dundee, Doco-dile Dundee
Knockin’ out front teeth
N**gas is way too sensitive
Touchy, n**gas is aunties, ah
Must be havin’ they monthly
Hate it all you want
Only hell can judge me
I just be puttin’ s**t bluntly
Life too hard to go out humbly

Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, b**ch
Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, ho
Pull out the pump, can’t punk me, b**ch
Pull out the pump, lil’ punk b**ch..②

Yo, JID, this Meezy, bruh
Hit me when you get this message, my n**ga
My a*s in the mountain ridin’ round
Thinkin’ when yo’ Stevenson Road a*s
Gon’ drop that s**t, n**ga
You playin’, what the f**k…

Written by JID, Doctur Dot, KAYTRANADA, JD Beck & Johnny Venus
Album: The Forever Story
Produced by KAYTRANADA & JD Beck
JID | Earthgang | 2022

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