[Verse 1: Jimmy]
I tell my broski, "Stop foldin' them twenties over eighties"
This money's lookin' scatty, I just laugh 'cause he's crazy
But I can't complain 'cah more time, the grind pays we
Mummy raised me, she don't know I was pushin' daily
Feelin' like Meek Mills somebody come and save me
That weight touched my shoulders as soon as I touched eighteen
Could've took another path, but, shit, I gotta blame me
Runnin' up that money 'cause it wasn't gonna chase me
Rap, we got talent, love, I'm flattered
Still-still got one foot in the madnеss
A million things that I need to make happen
We need morе readies, we need more cannons
Can't lie, I love the music with a passion, but a guy like me can't stay away from badness
If I went uni, probably pushed the work on the campus
Music plus street, I'm still makin' it balance
[Chorus: Jimmy]
You don't want this drama
You either blow, you dead or hit the wing like Raphinha
How you livin'? Do you clean up? Or do you risk it all for peanuts?
My teacher said I wasn't gonna be much
Now I count twenty racks twice in tens and fives with my feet up
Outside was blurry, couldn't see much
I still remember days, it was Rock V Batista, now it's us against the opps and me V Regina
I tell my broski, "Stop foldin' them twenties over eighties"
This money's lookin' scatty, I just laugh 'cause he's crazy
But I can't complain 'cah more time, the grind pays we
Mummy raised me, she don't know I was pushin' daily
Feelin' like Meek Mills somebody come and save me
That weight touched my shoulders as soon as I touched eighteen
Could've took another path, but, shit, I gotta blame me
Runnin' up that money 'cause it wasn't gonna chase me
Rap, we got talent, love, I'm flattered
Still-still got one foot in the madnеss
A million things that I need to make happen
We need morе readies, we need more cannons
Can't lie, I love the music with a passion, but a guy like me can't stay away from badness
If I went uni, probably pushed the work on the campus
Music plus street, I'm still makin' it balance
[Chorus: Jimmy]
You don't want this drama
You either blow, you dead or hit the wing like Raphinha
How you livin'? Do you clean up? Or do you risk it all for peanuts?
My teacher said I wasn't gonna be much
Now I count twenty racks twice in tens and fives with my feet up
Outside was blurry, couldn't see much
I still remember days, it was Rock V Batista, now it's us against the opps and me V Regina
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