B.I.M.M. (feat. J Danzo)

(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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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?)