Lyrics Life On Da Edge (feat. Kayso) - Jimmy From Da Block

Young Jimmy
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

What's up in my pocket? These blue hundreds (yeah, yeah, ha)
What's up in my pockets? That new money
It was just Me, Kay, Cinc
We was just trynna come up on them P's
I'm keeping it real, no, I ain't capping
I told my whole life on the beat
I spent my whole life trying to get by now, fuck it
I'ma get rich
I do whatever the fuck I want
I fuck whatever bitch I want
I told ya bitch come top me up
She already know what time on
She wanna know what drugs I'm on
I'm on a perc, I'm on a ten

I done lived my life up on the edge
How you take them pills, you know they pressed?
How you take them pills, you know they fentanyl?
We ain't hear your music, pussy nigga
We ain't hearing y'all
All these rapping niggas from my city
Should just get a job
I ain't have no choice up in this shit
I had to jug and rob
We ain't hiding, okay
You know that we sliding, with them dracs
You gone get hit with them 7.62's
I'm on a perc, I'm on the moon

(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Fa, Yeah)
(Yeah)

What's all in my pockets? Them blue hundreds
What's all in my pockets? (Kayso)
Huh, huh what's all in my pockets? Them blue hundreds, yeah
I been flipping these packs, exotic onion, yeah
These bitches be saying a lot, whole lot of nothing, yeah
Really I ain't gone front I ain't trying to hear none
She wanna be outside with the guys she just wanna have fun
You already know wassup, we got all the drugs
As long as you always cop, I'ma always show love
As long as you keep it a hundred, I'll make you number one
Yeah, then it's back to the trap
I spend it fast cause I get it right back
They see us getting it, you know that they mad
Know I ain't tripping that shit come with the trap
No, I ain't worried my bro got a Mac
Sometimes I worry, if I'll get her back
She already told me leave her in the past
Sometimes I can or maybe I won't
I'm just run it up, I get my drugs in bulk
All my hundreds untouched, none of my hundreds is old
Motion girl played your song, I told her turn it off

What's up in my pocket? These blue hundreds (yeah, yeah, ha)
What's up in my pockets? That new money
It was just Me, Kay, Cinc
We was just trynna come up on them P's
I'm keeping it real, no, I ain't capping
I told my whole life on the beat
I spent my whole life trying to get by now, fuck it
I'ma get rich
I do whatever the fuck I want
I fuck whatever bitch I want
I told ya bitch come top me up
She already know what time on
She wanna know what drugs I'm on
I'm on a perc, I'm on a ten

I done lived my life up on the edge
How you take them pills, you know they pressed?
How you take them pills, you know they fentanyl?
We ain't hear your music, pussy nigga
We ain't hearing y'all
All these rapping niggas from my city
Should just get a job
I ain't have no choice up in this shit
I had to jug and rob (jug and rob, yeah)