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letra de lil jimmy rocket intro - jimmy rocket

[verse]
look
ain’t no handouts in this sh-t i had to make a way (had to make a way)
13 on the block had that b-tch on my waist, i’m tryna make me a plate (i’m tryna make me a plate)
you tryna run off, like kobe’s old jersey i’mma hit his -ss with 8 (fire!)
still on lil sammy, feel like i was just with his -ss yesterday (yesterday)
no i’m not out of sp-ce i feel like an astronaut i see the stars in the wraith (stars in the wraith)
i’mma turn this lil ho to a clown, from the way i get to paintin’ her face (ew)
suppressor on the gun it ain’t got no sound, pull up and air out the place (huh)
look like i came from planet of the apes, ’cause b-tch i be drippin’ in bape
never give up, always gotta have faith
don’t come outside, h-ll nah it ain’t safe
just stay in your place, whole time just pray
we were young n-ggas on the block totting big guns, .40s to .45 f-ck a .38
always keep my gr-ss low, gotta watch out for these snakes
don’t be lackin’ in these streets, you gon’ be lookin’ like bait
like a restaurant, they gon’ put your -ss on a plate
try to be someone you’re not, you gon’ get your -ss ate
young n-gga raised in the jungle, i feel like tarzan
still can’t believe i made it far, it was god’s plan
reach for my neck, you gon’ be reachin’ for god’s hand
hit him with the fire, beat him out just like garageband
came out the soft, get a pot like crock man
yeah they gon’ let the b-tches sing like roxanne
i was trappin sh-t like d-mn who let the fox in
do a show in your city you know we sneakin’ the glocks in
baby’s in the trap and i’m looking just like grade school
wet a n-gga block and turn that b-tch into a wave pool
[?] with the scouts gotta play cool
i’m a lil n-gga but the money lookin’ 8’2
in the whip, four deep, cool you finna do a hit
you think i’mma [?] with sticks
i told her i’m a dime, [?]
in new york with the rock you think i play with the knicks
bullet bite down like a k9, no v12 but it race time
no steve jobs but your b-tch give me facetime
n-gga pillow talkin’ to they b-tch and thru the grapevine
and i keep it on me wish a n-gga would take mine
banana clip on the ‘k you know that as ape time
and i been playin’ with that fire, ’round age nine
i could never trip on a b-tch if she ain’t mine
look
you better have my cash right, it’s gon’ be a bad night
[?] like a flashlight
in the ‘rari got my sliders you think i’m on blacklight
they like “d-mn lil jimmy who started you?”
heard you want sticky b-tch, now i gotta talk to you
all my young n-ggas staking out just like a barbeque
turn him to pieces, yeah that what the choppa do
light him up, then we do a dash, f-ck a hot pursuit
remember day ones was on the corner like a prost-tute
now i’m in the ‘vette [?]
stop hatin’, run up a check is what you ought to do
how you gon’ eat? baby go do what you gotta do
yeah i did it all, hit l!cks, n-gga robbed too
if your man switchin’ h-ll yeah he get robbed too
one shoot at y’all h-ll yeah he gon pop two
better move out the way before your -ss get popped too, n-gga

- jimmy rocket

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