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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
SCY Jimm
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jimnirable Curry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ankor Beats
Producer
Kxvi
Producer
Lyrics
I was walking around here blind, fucked up, vision blurry
Found a booth and now we straight, told momma yeen gotta worry
Couple years ago my shoes was dirty, still was out here serving
Now it's 50 racks in a whip, I'm in some fast shit, I'm swervin
They said, "Jimm boy, you deserve it," found a route and it's been workin'
Don't move wrong, it make me nervous, **** play with us, we purging
How you havin' on the 'net but you broke as fuck in person?
That's a trench baby in a Cat, you hear this bitch purrin'
I'm trying to get my brothers home, free my **** doin' bids
Let a **** play with me, lil' bruh gon' pop his lid
Whole time I was trying to show these **** I'm him but they ain't see it
Lion-hearted, if it bleed like I bleed then I don't fear it
I like my bitches bad, I came up **** mad
I used to want that 'Vette but I been looking at that Jag'
These **** talkin' foolish, I'm bringing real music back
What the fuck you totin' that glock for if you ain't usin' that?
Gemini, I be trippin', I'm still workin' on my anger
It wasn't shit inside my closet, now it's designer clothes on my hanger
Any stick I'm clutchin' on turn a rapper into a singer
Forever chasin' that bag even if I break my ankles
I think I can go a whole week with what I made today
Put on for the city, I done made it, bitch, it's safe to say I'm pressure
We done been in damn near every whip except a Tesla
I wish a **** would, I'm moving careful with that melta
Bitch, I'm poppin' like some kettle
Young **** really from the ghetto
I got little shawty head over heels like some stilettos
I'ma be one of the greatest, ****, that's something we can bet on
If I shoot my shot it ain't no missin', bitch, I'm dead on
The fuck?
**** play, he get a headstone
He was flexin' all that cheeze, blew it, now his bread gone
Tell me how you up and you ain't put your mans on?
I ain't tryna cake, bae, I'm talking money on this damn phone
I was walking around here blind, fucked up, vision blurry
Found a booth and now we straight, told momma yeen gotta worry
Couple years ago my shoes was dirty, still was out here serving
Now it's 50 racks in a whip, I'm in some fast shit, I'm swervin
They said, "Jimm boy, you deserve it," found a route and it's been workin'
Don't move wrong, it make me nervous, **** play with us, we purging
How you havin' on the 'net but you broke as fuck in person?
That's a trench baby in a Cat, you hear this bitch purrin'
Written by: Jimnirable Curry