Stay On

[Intro]
Zimm-Zimmer
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 (Every day)
I was down and I had to take grub
Told bro, "Line it out, hit it" 'cah my face hot (Ayy, line that)
I’ll take the heat, but that means I take more prof'
And I don’t mind though 'cah 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 1s, you don’t know how it feels to be back on to square one (You don’t)
When my nigga passed, a couple tears dropped (RIP)
Then my guys hit the wing like Sterling
It’s got me feeling sick, man, it’s got my stomach turnin’
Niggas beef for fun, keep my distance from these serpents
Blower on my ear when I’m snoozing shit trappy (Ring-ring)
You know I wake up out my sleep for them earnings
Streetwise, I had to learn quick
I done 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)
Shit, I grab a next pack before I finish this
When a drought comes, the grub it comes limited (Mazza)
Then the headie comes, brudda starts 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 licking 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 L's, 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 (Reddies)
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" (Ayy, roll safe)
I’m just tryna make it out, but they want cuffs on me
Every other month, 'ralis wanna fuck 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 fuck with me (No way)
Living dirty, but I fuck with clean hearted G's
Save these P's and kill the economy
Grown folk music, all this tuner listen properly