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The Popular rap song “2007” was written by J.I.D, J. Cole, & Ibrahim Hamad. The song is released on August 18, 2022, on all platforms. Here I am sharing the lyrics of this song.


[Intro: JID]

Our offense is oh so, our defense dominate

We got that winning combination

To what? To regulate

Offense is oh so (Forever)


[Verse 1: JID & Ibrahim ‘Ib’ Hamad]

2007, Cole dropped The Come Up

I was in high school playin’ corner

I never dreamt of mumblin’ words in front of hundreds

Studyin’ plays all summer

I’ll hit the league if my growth spurt come in, on my mom

2009, bro dropped The Warm Up

I was in warm-ups playin’ Weezy

And Yukimi, Little Dragon, flame breathin’ the weed

Patrick had the studio dorm room next to me

I freestyled over his beats

My nigga Keys transferrеd in from Tennessee

He’s a rеceiver, I played DB like Aqib

Snatch a nigga chain, Talib

Talib Kweli, I could be lyrically, but I put on cleats

Scribbled lines goin’ through my mind like a paper piece

While I covered three, playin’ nickel, doin’ safety reads, watch the flats

I can rap, but I rather tackle and pedal back

Get a pick when my growth spurt hit

I’ma be captain, and I was around 2010, no cap

I got ‘Freshman Player of the Year’ and figured I was on track

This nigga Pat’ been in my ear talkin’ ’bout rhymin’ on tracks

So after practice we record and then we got it on wax

And on campus I heard about a couple rappers from Atlanta (Earthgang!)

Said them niggas was snappin’, maybe we could make somethin’ happen and shit

I wasn’t serious enough to even be curious

And we lose like every game, so every day I be furious

So, the spirit of a nigga had changed

To the point I had to reframe and focus my skills for other things

I took the steel wheel, I’m steerin’ in other lanes

But my fuel on low and my oil need to be changed

Amongst all the other shit that’s goin’ in my brain

My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name

He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin’ with my mom

And dad probably get mad, actin’ lame some times, uh

Look, The Sideline Story came out September of 2011

Ib said around that time:

We was huntin’ for a record, under lots of pressure

Just combine the leverage with a better effort

You could find a sound to get us out the underground forever

Maybe you can bless a little brown effervescent kid

Youngest of seven from the six, eight sections

Section.80 dropped, yeah, we used to play that shit to death

And if I recollect correct, you tried to sign him for yourself

All the while I was ’round my out of town college, wildin’ out

Restaurants, Destin dinin’, dashin’, call it dinin’ out

Fuckin’ bitches, ‘posed to be in class, but I was hiding out

My friends take a little shot, smoke a lot of cannabis, coolest nigga on the campus

Now a nigga skippin’ practices, and actin’ like a rock star

Going from in the dorm to in the car, leavin’ the football field

But fuck that, we still sorry, and the problems from the home front

On my home screen callin’ me, I don’t wanna answer

My brother Carl hit me, said my granny had cancer

I’m ‘posed to graduate and make my way back to Atlanta

No job, no money or nothin’ from ballin’

Because between that and school, that was really all

And maybe here’s the back that broke the camel with the straw

I wasn’t on camera with them amateurs that they saw

But they said they still caught me and my dawgs stealin’ boxes

Like Craig on his day off

Called us in the office day before we ‘posed to walk, uh

Called a squad car, a couple officers

I know bro was finna tell, he was lookin’ nauseous

Now I’m sittin’ in a cell, nigga double crossed us

Crossed me off the list for scholarship because I lost it

No more football, my red-shirt senior season, exhausted, so I’m off it

And I’m right back in Atlanta with a half a gram of weed

And a gold Pontiac that my granny had bought for me

I was sleepin’ in the back, my dad kicked me in the streets

When he saw my neck tatted, then I told him I was rappin’

Fuck school, no goin’ back, he said

If I can not follow his rules, just go and pack

Told you he be actin’ lame some times

[Interlude: Carl Route Jr.]

This my son, he came from these nuts

This negro come back from school

All tatted up like the Sistine Chapel

Talkin’ ’bout he ain’t playin’ football no more

Because he know he ain’t goin’ pro (Hey, it’s a standard that you left the house)

But he left on a full scholarship to go to school and get a degree

Because we taught education was the number one thing


He came back, determined to do what he was determined to do

And I know because I know he, he is, who he is, we taught him

Hey, whatever you do, put your full self into it

So he did that, anyway

He’s back home, I ain’t with that

So I’m sayin’ “Hey, you got to go to work”

And he sayin’ “Hey, this is my job, what I’m about to do”

So I’m like “Hey man, some times you got to work

To do what you really wanna do”

We went through this whole brain wrestle

But anyway, he won

He decided that “Hey dad, I’m puttin’ this thing, I’m doin’ this

This is my job” and he committed to it

And hey, the rest is history

I’m lookin’ at him, I believe in him

I know what was in him

All him and his brothers and sisters

They all got the same mindset

Do your best, give a hundred percent or don’t do it at all

So, I know whatever he put his all into, it was gon’ be golden


Song Details

Song title2007
ArtistJ.I.D Taps His Father, J. Cole, & Ibrahim Hamad
DateAugust 18, 2022

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