paroles de chanson B.I.M.M. (feat. J Danzo) - Jah Jr.

(Swank on the beat he a fool with it uh!)
Yeah
Junya and Swank made this, ya feel me?
(Swank made this shit?)

I'm back in my mode. Had to get off my ass
Gotta stack I can't go broke. Keith Sweat make it last
Baby I'm in my bag, Mama I'm in my duffle
Gotta go get the world for me and mine so I ain't got time to struggle
Had to get off that porch. Had to jump off my ass
Gotta stack I can't go broke. Keith Sweat make it last
Baby I'm in my bag, Mama I'm in my duffle
Gotta go get the world for me and mine so I ain't got time to struggle

Had to get off my dick. I'm on a better path
These folks give up too quick. That's why they never last
Cuz you might catch 100 L's before you take a dub
Til then just give me hell, avoid the fake, embrace the love
No way that I can fail from chasing cake I came from nothing
The same ole same in Dublin, them rainy days was muddy
Since seventh grade been running plays, I'm bout that paper, buddy
On Purp like Raekwon, feel like Saquon with the way I run shit
I tell em business good, something like Major Payne
This FMJ look like the bald head on Damon Wayans
You better pray that you don't catch one like Metcalf
Get popped in ya left calf, on the curbside where you bled at
I give her bone, and she fetch that. She threw the pussy like Bledsoe
She know how to get a big bag, and my bitch bad cuz I said so
Had to let go of my ex hoes cuz the streets is done
Finna go run me up a check so I don't need for nun. Yeah

I'm back in my mode. Had to get off my ass
Gotta stack I can't go broke. Keith Sweat make it last
Baby I'm in my bag, Mama I'm in my duffle
Gotta go get the world for me and mine so I ain't got time to struggle
Had to get off that porch. Had to jump off my ass
Gotta stack I can't go broke. Keith Sweat make it last
Baby I'm in my bag, Mama I'm in my duffle
Gotta go get the world for me and mine so I ain't got time to struggle

I jumped off the porch for this game
Go get it and grab it Olympian status
I'm holding the torch for this game
They know I be Scorching the flame
These niggas don't make it of course because their recourse is the Fortune and fame
But if you ain't forcing ya lane, and this rapping shit course in your veins
They'll soon be endorsing ya name
I come from a place where there ain't a person alive that hasn't been struggling, facts
Fighting with lions and tigers and bears, nah this ain't a Jasmine Sullivan track
Shawty be wanting my love on a line and string, but I don't want nothing attached
I know that it's cold, but I'm back in my mode
I know you ain't fucking with that
Woe is me this poetry flow in me like my blood cells
Oh yes I'm fresh and clean, but still I know how that mud feels
True it hurts when ya doing dirt to get to the paper route
But fuck it, do whatever to make it out
See I went from hell then went back to heaven
I'm smoking like Mac and Devin. They toting them Mac-11s
Read Bible then jack the reverend
Most these niggas don't give a fuck bout shit so duck fore that thang go pop
I see more cash on the forecast so the sun gone shine but the reign won't stop, no

Swank on the beat he a fool with it uh!
(Swank made this shit?)