CODA ft. Jimboslice & Makadelic Lyrics

My name is Jimbo

Listen to my rise up to the top as I crescendo

Status levitating, but this choppa make you limbo

No rinnegan, steady talking, you will be gone

2-1 feel like Obi-Wan

And this Tatooine, got too many sons

I got quarters, dimes, nickels, pennies, ones

Changing flows, I got millions

Laugh to the bank, I got silly funds

I like big barrels, but they mini guns

And it's really fun, oh, um

Really in her throat, um, throw some

Really I'm the goat, um, grow some

Post sumn, and all you niggas got sore thumbs

And I'm that nigga

Businessman, I'm a rap nigga

Get my beats from the crack dealer

That's why you keep coming back, nigga

In the gym, now her ass bigger

Put in work till my cash bigger

100 mill in my stash, nigga

Cause I'm manifesting this cash, nigga

And that's real shit

Cause it's M's up when I come thru

And it's heavy kicks with no kung-fu

And that's Jessup

Steady applying that pressure

It's funny cause my nigga atheist

But he still found a way to bless us

Double cross on the necklace

Keep a Bible on my dresser

Thank God, He never left us

Yeah, uh, thank God he never left us

In the morning, I'm on my grind

Eating beats up like it's breakfast

Spend five bands on my left wrist

Then I spend another five on my necklace

My mama say I'm so reckless

But God damn, I can't help it

Ex said that I'm selfish

So I sent that bitch to the exit

Got bad bitches in Texas

Text me, tryna tell me I'm the best

And yet I still stress with this rap shit

Like I'm not already a vet

I've been down and I've been in debt

Hold the crown that's all on my head

And it gets heavy

I can change the whole world if you all let me

Pressure building up, now it's filling up

Starting to feel like a levee

I done battled all my demons

Slaughtered beasts, and made through the belly

Cause bitch it's Makadelic

The rapping Elvis Presley

Or am I more like Prince

A light-skin king, only 5'6

Remember nights at the crib

When we'd record with only five cents

And even times as a kid

I was still tryna get rich

Put my mind all in this shit

Put my grind all in this shit

I put my time all in this shit

Just hoping one day it will work out

Put my life on the line for so long

I'm hoping that one of these days I don't burn out

My homie was making the beats

I was stuck in the streets

And he taught me to learn how

Six years, and I learned it

Now the kid's flow perfect

Got so many clowns in my town

The city is starting to feel like a circus

Got so many problems in my town

I hit up the plug and it feel like a circuit

Been working so hard on this album

Making it perfect like I was a surgeon

Been fucking the game so long

Been killing shit ever since I was a virgin

And Jessup he got in the booth

And told you the truth

He pulling the curtain

It's weeks before the release

I spit my best verses when I'm in a hurry

I'm rappin' melodic, I rap what I'm 'bout

So I'm good from wherever like Curry

The best rapper from Missouri

And I would put that shit in front of jury

I made a million off of this rap

Now my children got cash

My baby momma mad

Prolly 'cause I'm in my bag

But she don't understand

I'm tryna be a better man

Or be at least a better father than my fuckin' dad

I have been gifted a new perspective

Forced assimilation, but of my people I'm protective

Let me demonstrate

I used to fold under that pressure

Their repulsion, yet adoption of my culture made me lesser

The only black sheep in the field would like to greet you

The others felt like wolves that won't hesitate to eat you

The real ones had a badge, and stories told they would beat you

The shepherd leads us all, and that's just how they defeat you

Brothers show respect to your mamas

You might need her

Memories of Red Hot Riplets and wife beaters

We victims of the soul, but my mission is to see the

Formal introduction of the black St. Peters

Where the black suburbs at, huh

I've never seen 'em

Only living by my bond and a gat

The fuck is leisure

Dodging felonies and Siamese rats

I up the heater

Ante-uppin' any tit for a tat

And blowin' reefer

Livin' day-by-day to make ends meet

With sausage links

And drowning all my stresses in Hennessy

Another drink

An empty kitchen, barely shoes on my feet

Can barely think

With all them shots they shootin' out on the street

I'm at the brink

And this is war

Uh

We at war with ourselves

We at war with this world

We fighting every single day, but we gon' win

I promise you nigga, we gon' win

On everything I love

Keep fighting my niggas, keep fighting

Keep fighting my niggas

I'm ready for war

And I don't know if I'ma make it out alive

I don't know if I can make it if I try

I don't know if I'm ready to save a

Yeah I'm ready for war

And I know that I'ma make it out alive

I know I'ma make it out if I try

I know I'm finally ready to save a life

Cause I'm ready for war