Jimmy the Human - Kumbaya

All these little children wanna copy
Do the number number Fibonacci
Gunner gonna gun ya, do not try me
Pull up with a heater, Kumbaya G
All these little children wanna copy (No)
Do the number number Fibonacci (No)
Gunner gonna gun ya, do not try me 'cause I'mma
Pull up with a heater, Kumbaya G

Lemme know
You bet that I'mma hit like Bettis though
Test a GOAT
I'll Gun you Open At your Testicles
Next to blow
If that's a question, I'd say yes and no
Best of both
Won't cater to fame, my style set in stone
Get it, hoe?
Guessin' you doesn't 'cause you're too proper
All you know about your mother's how to mooch off her
This'll probably come off as egotistical but
Put me in a box, I'll probably turn that shit to blue waffle
God, the dude's awful
People look me in the eye and I'm not even there, they wonder what the dude's off of
Mostly Jaeger and some Copenhagen go insane to
Token bangin' Coke n' Swang n' only makin' 2 dollar
They can't keep up with the way I improve
Plan for your career within a month I made every move
Dislocated my shoulder and still I played like a soldier
I boulder over any person place or thing that I choose
Too much fight in the dog so the dog release it on you
Still a human that's hiding somewhere beneath all the bruise
Put the system in the choke hold and release all the juice
I'm diggin' deep for the scoop, sellin' deets to the news
Human

All these little children wanna copy
Do the number number Fibonacci
Gunner gonna gun ya, do not try me
Pull up with a heater, Kumbaya G
All these little children wanna copy (No)
Do the number number Fibonacci (No)
Gunner gonna gun ya, do not try me 'cause I'mma
Pull up with a heater, Kumbaya G
(No)

Written by:
James Fasulo

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