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jimmy (homerton) - stay on lyrics

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[intro]
zimm zimma
r14 beats

[verse]
look i can’t fall off have to stay on (jimmy)
pigs on the block i smell bacon (where they at?)
bro got bagged for misinformation (free him up)
now there’s jail on his head like radox
i deliver to your drum like asos (front door)
i don’t even need to hit sales i can bake off
dreams were temporary, i had to wake up
my shank come like kids in their sleep the way it stays tucked (everyday)
i was down and out i had to take grub
told bro line it out, hit it cos my face hot (ay line that)
i’ll take the heat cos that means i take more prof
and i don’t mind though cos jimmy don’t fear none (no one)
shh with the, you won’t see the flash but hear the bang (bang)
and have it beating at your eardrums like airpods
i get juggy in these air 1’s you don’t know how it feels to be back on to square one (you don’t)
when my n+gga passed, a couple tears dropped (r.i.p.)
then my guys hit the wing like sterling it’s got me feeling sick man it’s got my stomach turnin’
n+ggas beef for fun keep my distance from these serpents
blower on my ear when i’m snoozing sh+t trappy (ring ring)
you know i wake up out my sleep for them earnings
street wise i had to learn quick
i dun know mummy’s prayers keep me away from the curses (mama)
they all wanna know who jimmy is
cah he raps real they wanna know if he’s living it (that’s right)
sh+t i grab a next pack before i finish this
when a drought comes the grub it comes limited (mazza)
when the [?] comes brothers start bickering
it’s ridiculous
you know i’m sick of it
jail calls from yb like yo are you listening?
you should go back to l!ckin’ it
but the line stays jumpy like a trampoline (jump)
this blower got me somewhere near battersea (kway)
same time my brother probably re’ing on some galaxy
if you keep taking ls change your strategy
it’s a art when i rap g step into my gallery
paint the picture in the booth and go ham on street
my boy hears me on the radio in her majesty
something pulls me to the money come like gravity
i been eating from packs no salaries
it was slow started picking up gradually
i told my brothers roll safe you know i practice what i preach (ay roll safe)
i’m just tryna make it out but they want cuffs on me
every other month ‘rales wanna f+ck with me
so i fly out bake off somewhere overseas
at a balcony sipping on a cup of tea (kway out)
no answering calls i sit back and breathe
i’m just tryna eat, how can they be mad at me? (how?)
they want me off the street, tryna take me off my feet message on my iphone sweet one needing company
he said he’s onto me, see this blade and run from me
tryna throw dirt on me, brudda you can’t f+ck with me (no way)
living dirty but i f+ck with clean hearted gs
save these ps and k!ll the economy
grown folk music all this tuner listen properly



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