Lyrics CODA - Jessup feat. Jimboslice & Makadelic

My name is Jimbo
Listen to my rise up to the top as I crescendo
Status levitating, but this choppa make you limbo
No rinnegan, steady talking, you will be gone
2-1 feel like Obi-Wan
And this Tatooine, got too many sons
I got quarters, dimes, nickels, pennies, ones
Changing flows, I got millions
Laugh to the bank, I got silly funds
I like big barrels, but they mini guns
And it's really fun, oh, um
Really in her throat, um, throw some
Really I'm the goat, um, grow some
Post sumn, and all you niggas got sore thumbs
And I'm that nigga
Businessman, I'm a rap nigga
Get my beats from the crack dealer
That's why you keep coming back, nigga
In the gym, now her ass bigger
Put in work till my cash bigger
100 mill in my stash, nigga
Cause I'm manifesting this cash, nigga
And that's real shit
Cause it's M's up when I come thru
And it's heavy kicks with no kung-fu
And that's Jessup
Steady applying that pressure
It's funny cause my nigga atheist
But he still found a way to bless us
Double cross on the necklace
Keep a Bible on my dresser
Thank God, He never left us

Yeah, uh, thank God he never left us
In the morning, I'm on my grind
Eating beats up like it's breakfast
Spend five bands on my left wrist
Then I spend another five on my necklace
My mama say I'm so reckless
But God damn, I can't help it
Ex said that I'm selfish
So I sent that bitch to the exit
Got bad bitches in Texas
Text me, tryna tell me I'm the best
And yet I still stress with this rap shit
Like I'm not already a vet
I've been down and I've been in debt
Hold the crown that's all on my head
And it gets heavy
I can change the whole world if you all let me
Pressure building up, now it's filling up
Starting to feel like a levee
I done battled all my demons
Slaughtered beasts, and made through the belly
Cause bitch it's Makadelic
The rapping Elvis Presley
Or am I more like Prince
A light-skin king, only 5'6
Remember nights at the crib
When we'd record with only five cents
And even times as a kid
I was still tryna get rich
Put my mind all in this shit
Put my grind all in this shit

I put my time all in this shit
Just hoping one day it will work out
Put my life on the line for so long
I'm hoping that one of these days I don't burn out
My homie was making the beats
I was stuck in the streets
And he taught me to learn how
Six years, and I learned it
Now the kid's flow perfect
Got so many clowns in my town
The city is starting to feel like a circus
Got so many problems in my town
I hit up the plug and it feel like a circuit
Been working so hard on this album
Making it perfect like I was a surgeon
Been fucking the game so long
Been killing shit ever since I was a virgin
And Jessup he got in the booth
And told you the truth
He pulling the curtain
It's weeks before the release
I spit my best verses when I'm in a hurry
I'm rappin' melodic, I rap what I'm 'bout
So I'm good from wherever like Curry
The best rapper from Missouri
And I would put that shit in front of jury
I made a million off of this rap
Now my children got cash
My baby momma mad
Prolly 'cause I'm in my bag
But she don't understand
I'm tryna be a better man
Or be at least a better father than my fuckin' dad

I have been gifted a new perspective
Forced assimilation, but of my people I'm protective
Let me demonstrate
I used to fold under that pressure
Their repulsion, yet adoption of my culture made me lesser
The only black sheep in the field would like to greet you
The others felt like wolves that won't hesitate to eat you
The real ones had a badge, and stories told they would beat you
The shepherd leads us all, and that's just how they defeat you
Brothers show respect to your mamas
You might need her
Memories of Red Hot Riplets and wife beaters
We victims of the soul, but my mission is to see the
Formal introduction of the black St. Peters
Where the black suburbs at, huh
I've never seen 'em
Only living by my bond and a gat
The fuck is leisure
Dodging felonies and Siamese rats
I up the heater
Ante-uppin' any tit for a tat
And blowin' reefer
Livin' day-by-day to make ends meet
With sausage links
And drowning all my stresses in Hennessy
Another drink
An empty kitchen, barely shoes on my feet
Can barely think
With all them shots they shootin' out on the street
I'm at the brink
And this is war

Uh
We at war with ourselves
We at war with this world
We fighting every single day, but we gon' win
I promise you nigga, we gon' win
On everything I love
Keep fighting my niggas, keep fighting

Keep fighting my niggas
I'm ready for war
And I don't know if I'ma make it out alive
I don't know if I can make it if I try
I don't know if I'm ready to save a
Yeah I'm ready for war
And I know that I'ma make it out alive
I know I'ma make it out if I try
I know I'm finally ready to save a life
Cause I'm ready for war