Rimzee - Im On lyrics
[Rimzee - Im On lyrics]
See the chicks go crazy when
They see the time piece
I'm like slow down baby that's 5G's
I had more than 10 bags when I was 19
I'm 20 now b so guess how I feel
And the money don't control me
But I ain't even gonna lie b
The money turnt me bawsy
See I was outside feeling cold g
Hit Westend 5 bills on a Stoney
See this money gets the best of me
I got a problem cause I need to be on Jeremy
Fam I bought some Louis kicks for a 70 I wore
Them three times and I ain't
Wearing them again g
And the feds can stop me anytime they
Want cause I pay my insurance
4 bills a month
And family, I don't get those g them man
Are broke why the fuck they screaming M-O-B
Listen more grub that equals more p's
Sometimes I feel sorry for them poor fiends
I'll get a nine bar for six bag something
And then I'm going home with like 14
And the 'rales tryna cage man
Its only funny now I'm clocking
It's a game fam
Smokey with a full 4 then he came at
Now theyve got seven of my
Niggas at the jailhouse
But when I take you back to
The mean streets when I
Was on the floor when them
Niggas tried to kill me
So anywhere them niggas will be
Or will be they'll be
Bare corn in my ting do you feel me
Broke days I remember that and fuck being
Broke cause that turned me mad
Went from a tenner to a oner to a bag now
I keep going forward and I
Ain't ever going back
They see the time piece
I'm like slow down baby that's 5G's
I had more than 10 bags when I was 19
I'm 20 now b so guess how I feel
And the money don't control me
But I ain't even gonna lie b
The money turnt me bawsy
See I was outside feeling cold g
Hit Westend 5 bills on a Stoney
See this money gets the best of me
I got a problem cause I need to be on Jeremy
Fam I bought some Louis kicks for a 70 I wore
Them three times and I ain't
Wearing them again g
And the feds can stop me anytime they
Want cause I pay my insurance
4 bills a month
And family, I don't get those g them man
Are broke why the fuck they screaming M-O-B
Listen more grub that equals more p's
Sometimes I feel sorry for them poor fiends
I'll get a nine bar for six bag something
And then I'm going home with like 14
And the 'rales tryna cage man
Its only funny now I'm clocking
It's a game fam
Smokey with a full 4 then he came at
Now theyve got seven of my
Niggas at the jailhouse
But when I take you back to
The mean streets when I
Was on the floor when them
Niggas tried to kill me
So anywhere them niggas will be
Or will be they'll be
Bare corn in my ting do you feel me
Broke days I remember that and fuck being
Broke cause that turned me mad
Went from a tenner to a oner to a bag now
I keep going forward and I
Ain't ever going back