[Piano and yodelling intro]
[Verse 1]
Let me tell you a story about a boy named Jimmy
1 years old and his first words were "Mine, mine, gimme!"
2 years old he was walking, 3 years old walking quickly
4 years old he was running 'round the pavements of his city
5 years old and his daddy told him "Listen here, son
You gotta learn to be a man, a man, he works for what he wants"
6 years old and he’s reading, writing, top of the bunch
And when he's 7, his progression made him student number 1
8 years old and he’s praised for unusual grades
9, his parents pay for private school to nurturе the flame
10, 11, 12, 13, he ascеnds and ascends
His daddy tells him "Son, money is the means to all ends"
14, solving complex mathematic equations
At 15, IQ 150, still elevating
16, he develops complex software code
That detects weaknesses in cyber security protocols
17, and he sells his vision keeping a share
Not yet an adult, but he's practically a millionaire
18, and his daddy tells him "Now you're a man
This world don't give a damn about you, so take all that you can"
19, he turns a profit stocks and shares invest in product
20, double-down deposits, 21, his income rockets
22, he learns that truth is just an obstacle to wealth
If you manipulate the data, then a lie will sell itself
23, a life of luxury, crystal and cocaine
24, he makes the Forbes list, they're applauding his name
25, and his daddy tells him, "Listen here, son
While you are sitting in that palace, that don't mean that you won"
26, a business shift, he switches business to arms
He's 27, dealing nuclear and shells in Iran
28, inside the Senate money bought him a seat
He's 29, a role of the council in the president's suite
Now he’s 30, his daddy says "You're losing the race
You're just a servant to the king, not even in second place"
31, a big maneuver for his daddy’s approval
Moving imports over borders from the exports out of Cuba
32, moving grams, growing kilos to tonnes
He's 33, filling warehouses with powder and guns
34, turf war with nobody to stop it
Blind eye from the po-po inside of his pocket
35, he gets a call, "I'm sorry son
It's your father, had a heart attack, I'm sorry, he’s gone"
36, getting pissed up, abusing his product
37, eyes glazed, disposition demonic
38, with a prostitute, a moment of passion
Heating up a silver spoon and then chasing the dragon
39, getting reckless and hungry for power
Daddy’s words still driving him to kill and devour
He makes a move against the cartel, but the strategy's flawed
They retaliate and leave him in a hospital ward
A bullet buried in his vertebra and one in his leg
The doctor sighs and says "I don’t think you’ll be walking again", fuck
[Verse 1]
Let me tell you a story about a boy named Jimmy
1 years old and his first words were "Mine, mine, gimme!"
2 years old he was walking, 3 years old walking quickly
4 years old he was running 'round the pavements of his city
5 years old and his daddy told him "Listen here, son
You gotta learn to be a man, a man, he works for what he wants"
6 years old and he’s reading, writing, top of the bunch
And when he's 7, his progression made him student number 1
8 years old and he’s praised for unusual grades
9, his parents pay for private school to nurturе the flame
10, 11, 12, 13, he ascеnds and ascends
His daddy tells him "Son, money is the means to all ends"
14, solving complex mathematic equations
At 15, IQ 150, still elevating
16, he develops complex software code
That detects weaknesses in cyber security protocols
17, and he sells his vision keeping a share
Not yet an adult, but he's practically a millionaire
18, and his daddy tells him "Now you're a man
This world don't give a damn about you, so take all that you can"
19, he turns a profit stocks and shares invest in product
20, double-down deposits, 21, his income rockets
22, he learns that truth is just an obstacle to wealth
If you manipulate the data, then a lie will sell itself
23, a life of luxury, crystal and cocaine
24, he makes the Forbes list, they're applauding his name
25, and his daddy tells him, "Listen here, son
While you are sitting in that palace, that don't mean that you won"
26, a business shift, he switches business to arms
He's 27, dealing nuclear and shells in Iran
28, inside the Senate money bought him a seat
He's 29, a role of the council in the president's suite
Now he’s 30, his daddy says "You're losing the race
You're just a servant to the king, not even in second place"
31, a big maneuver for his daddy’s approval
Moving imports over borders from the exports out of Cuba
32, moving grams, growing kilos to tonnes
He's 33, filling warehouses with powder and guns
34, turf war with nobody to stop it
Blind eye from the po-po inside of his pocket
35, he gets a call, "I'm sorry son
It's your father, had a heart attack, I'm sorry, he’s gone"
36, getting pissed up, abusing his product
37, eyes glazed, disposition demonic
38, with a prostitute, a moment of passion
Heating up a silver spoon and then chasing the dragon
39, getting reckless and hungry for power
Daddy’s words still driving him to kill and devour
He makes a move against the cartel, but the strategy's flawed
They retaliate and leave him in a hospital ward
A bullet buried in his vertebra and one in his leg
The doctor sighs and says "I don’t think you’ll be walking again", fuck
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