SCY JIMM - My Son

Free my Brother
Crackers got him for a robbery
I been Running Up That sack
I know they proud Of me
Just Hit The Plug 3 different Times I know He Tired of me
This Shit Hit Different When You coming Outta Poverty
(Yea yea)
Y’all Was On the Swings I was On the Run
Y’all Was Toating Pencils We Was Toating Guns
If You ain’t gang You can’t Hang It ain’t no one on ones
Jit Wanna Be everything I am He Something Like my son
(Swear to god)
Hit Ya block We 30 deep
Stay To Myself
Cant Trust these niggas cuz they Creep
They Gone Fuck Up
When that Young Nigga
On His Feet
(Yea)
Glock 23 Something Like Lebron We bring That heat
Dropped Wake em Up Cuz They Was Sleep
I’m smoking Russian cream
I ain’t Never Been To Russia
They say jim You got it bad I Ain’t never met no usher
(Uhh uhh)
Tell yo Baby Daddy
Come work for us
He ain’t Got no Hustle
I Been Getting Bucks
Tell Them Ketchup
Yellow Tape The scene Mustard
Noo We don’t Fuck with trolls
Bro on time
No he ain’t Slime
Hell wipe a nigga nose
I done Fucked up
She done Lucked Up
I’m Putting dick In her soul
Stick gotta Handle
Treat it Like Candle
All i gotta Do is Blow
Green Light we on the Go
Dicelife I’m on the roll
Free my Brother
Crackers got Him for a robbery
I been Running Up That sack I Know they proud Of me
Just Hit The Plug 3 different Times
I know He Tired of me
This Shit Hit Different
When You coming Outta Poverty
Y’all Was On the Swings
I was On the Run
Y’all Was Toating Pencils We Was Toating Guns
If You ain’t gang You can’t Hang It ain’t no one on ones
Jit Wanna Be everything I am He Something Like my son

Written by:
Jimnirable Curry

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