Jim Dean

Yo, uh

Here to save the day and steal the game

It ain't a crime if you don't get caught

I know names who movin' the same

Staying out the way, we get away with a lot

My quiet thoughts at night can turn rowdy

Light bulbs and bright ideas can turn cloudy

Big dreams even if they doubt 'em

I never wasn't sure if I wasn't sure about 'em

This is not your thing, this is ours

Gangsters got this thing about flowers

Rappers got this thing about power

Bitter and sour

Gossip at the top, very hour

Walking in the rain off the Jim Beam

Dreams broken on the boulevard, Jim Dean

Get a grip for bars like a Jim Beam

Eyes redder than the Rasta's on the swim team

We're staying out the way, we get away with a lot

Staying out the way, we get away with a lot

We get away with a lot

I ain't talking about B-E-T

I'm talkin' 'bout debt, d to add D-E-B-T

Might be one dub-cee, don't work you don't eat

Cross streets where reality and hard times meet

Back in my youth I was a wild cat

Put my tires in reverse and get some miles back

It's been a minute since awhile back

Round of applause, blow the horns like Miles Bach

God's work, that is not in my hands

But I'm holding on tight for a few of my fans (For you!)

Dedicated if the line is short

And if the line grows long, that was your support

It was a few times I wanted your respect

But you tried to play me like some kind of a threat

The times I've been elusive ain't been a lack of love

Just an alley cat, got a lack of trust

Ay

I wasn't slow flowed, and never the same flow

'Cause doing part two is not the reason I came for (Keep goin')

Until then I have until the end of the rainbow

Still the pot of gold about as real as a game show (For you!)

Here to save the day and steal the game

It ain't a crime if you don't get caught

I know names who movin' the same

Staying out the way, we get away with a lot

We're staying out the way, we get away with a lot

Staying out the way, we get away with a lot

Trooper, just below forty with the windchill

All my shawty's getting spinned like  windmills

Weatherman, I been nailed the sky curse

Fire verses our right for what the prize worth

Potluck, one that I got stuck

Fell then I got up

Never went back down, never played the background

Anxious more than patient, I attack now

I get my way is when I act out

Never waiting on the industry

Waiting on the tables till the tables turning into me

Going back, hands on the clock, call it throw back

But only know dope and judge not if I know that

We just need that ain't-weak shit

But greed is greed, that's some weak shit

I make a promise, I'ma keep it (One, two)

Never take my kindness for a weakness (For you!)

Get away with a lot

Get away with a lot

We're staying out the way, we get away with a lot

We're staying out the way, we get away with a lot

Lot, lot, lot, lot, lot, lot

Lot, lot, lot, lot, lot, lot

Lot, lot, lot