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jimmy - the gang lyrics

[intro]
rlprodz
it’s rlprod
still drivin’ with these packs again
saw undies on the right, so i banged a left
got drillers on my right, trappers on my left
i don’t play by the bench, i don’t know ’bout defence
cuttin’ through the nina, servin’ shots, not tequila
these times, i can be baked off with a sweet one
jimmy
[verse]
am i dreamin’ or is this phone really ringin’? (is it?)
couple bills made, why the bird’s still singin’? (already)
good way to start the day and due to make a k!llin’
told my first, “dot ten” and a third, “thirty minutes” (thirty minutes, man)
my pattern went slow, so you know i had to switch it (had to)
even when the hustle gets long, i’m still with it (still with it)
the gang don’t care if it’s rod, they’re still fishin’ (they’re still fishin’)
the gang don’t care if we’re famous, we’re still drillin’
why you think most of the guys in jail remanded denied bail? (free ’em up)
it’s like a few goals in when one’s home (crazy)
success ain’t far, but the can’s close
literally down the roads, same with the opps too
why you think the gang goal is cut through? (always)
beef stays peppered like hot food (fryin’)
phone line kickin’ like kung fu
life’s like chess, i can’t make the wrong moves (can’t slip)
seen a man get stretched in the coldest weather (+kmt+)
he should’ve known better
slippin’ with your mates, with no wetter
now, he’s drenched up on a cold stretcher
aunties always givin’ man lectures like, “keep doin’ music, man, you’re next up” (i hear that)
no pressure, plus, i don’t rely on next man
i push my own weight like a press up, can’t lie, man, i’m fed up (knackered)
is rap still authentic? (is it?)
all i hear is rap cap, i just can’t respec’ it
man talk a good game then buck gang, they’re sweatin’
or hear the guidelines in court and now, they’re tremblin’
if i got a problem with suttin’, i address it (yes)
bro get that green light, we settin’ no question (we do)
‘member when the boydem caught me with the lump of trees and claimed that i’m sellin’?
no, officer, i suffer from depression
i can’t help it, rather hold a sentence than walk without my weapon (you know)
rather done a runner than me deny my bredrin
you’re crazy, i’ll back my cutter, watch man leg it (it’s cod)
seen a man get chinged and scream like a b+tch when it’s least expected
the gang leave mental ‘mented
i wake up and think, “who can i l!ck today?”
it’s long when i feel this way, sometimes, i don’t know where my head is (+kmt+)

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