Jimmy - Somehow

★ intro ★
R14 beats

★ verse ★
She say i’ll hit the wok if i reoffend
The kid trapped hard, i weren’t reading mice and men (trappy)
In half a year five figures what i probably spent
It’s mad cos i spent more than i et
I used to get bagged, but it taught man a lesson
Jim a trap fetish, back then, i was senseless
Never pressured, no comment every question, late nights had me restless hella laggin’ up sessions (late nights)
Jakes on my block investigating like cluedo
For m’s, drugs, weapons, gbh’s fuck who knows?
Flyin’ out them tsg’s, all i see is blue clothes
If bro see red he gon’ rain there like rudolph
Shh got his twin, he don’t wrestle like sumos
He just back the suttin’ he might stab it through your new clothes
She say i’m sweet she say i’m sweet like glucose
She say i’m grown but she say “jim man you’re too road”
Have you been bagged and seen yourself on the camera? (nope)
Three years back i lost my dad i had to man up
I ain’t takin’ bad up
And i ain’t takin’ attitude
My young boy took a l, i just told him i ain’t mad at you
You win or lose so my bro, what’s a bag or two?
You’re running through these hoes, but these boxes what i’m running through
Just got a call from chris he’s bakin’ in his motor
So i call up bruce like yo he’s in a skoda
Then left him right before he served the jakes might roll up
My sides so nuts
Look i got a strippy found my flicky that’s my whip sold on
Been on road way before i was where it show love
Back then it was nike leathers and avirex
❲?❳ bags of mayhem
School days leave man beat by the railings
Almost a decade gone, i was still on the same strip (still here)
I’ve seen gs come, i’ve seen them go
I’ve seen man that you call bro, turn into foes
Heard a man say he’s a snitch, but he not a pussy though
I looked at my bros like this nigga just trippin’ though (brudda’s trippin’)
I’m a mover so i work by my ringtone
She feels the tug now she copies the lingo
More time, the mandem are high risk
Why you think the jakes didn’t let us in wireless?
And free all my boys that’s sittin’ in isis
Five friends in one visit room it’s fucked how i live
I’m glued to my car seat all my whips done mileage
Caught a case had to wait like 2 years for nfa
My mum say, i could see better days, so i elevate
I light this cali and i meditate
We’re mobbin’ deep just to get away
Two phones just like kevin gates
You’re gonna blow you’re gonna detonate
And that’s what the comments say, so now i have to regulate
Fence niggas gotta relegate
My mates land road, but it’s cray cos the can is just a ❲?❳ away
My bro said don’t get trapped in the trap
I switched the pattern i don’t switch up the plans
The mandem say it’s fryin’ so stick with your shank
A&r’s fill my bar so i’m sticking to rap
How many times i gotta re’ and lag?
How many stains just to bring me back?
When can i sleep? cos i’m tired of naps
My brudda got bagged, cah the pack weren’t banked
Every day it’s a risk we take
T and maz hit the wok, bet they call there straight
I stood with the real, i drop at the fakes
Life five times harder when you’re known by the jakes

★ outro ★
Look i’m tired of all these false accusations man
Jakes flying off mummy’s door
Flagging my motors, stopping my whips
Talking ‘bout section 60s and that
R.i.p. all my people
Free all my brothers
Music’s gotta pay off
Somehow