B.I.M.M. ft. SwankMadeDis & J Danzo Lyrics

(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?)