Lyrics:
MIMS
CHORUS BY JOHN PATRICK III
dropped The Come Up
I was in high school playin' corner
I never dreamt of mumblin' words in front of hundreds
Studyin' plays all summer
I'll hit
mami do you love me?
Baby, I'm a stunna
I ain't gon' change it (I told y'all)
Don't you know it's a way of life? (I told y'all)
Mami, do you want
They wonder why we go through it all our lives
They wonder why we could never get ahead
Cause we needed to be taught by our dads
Verse: Ain't a damn
How could I keep my composure
When all sorts of thoughts fought for exposure?
Release, then veins in the brains increase
When I let off, make
toxic smoke
Just know
I'm james st. Patrick
Out here doing the most
Unleashing all of my power
I'm about to go ghost.
About to hit them with something
drapes up by the scruff of your neck
And start learning how to scuff
Think you're all tough
Shit hits the fan, man reach
I'm cold and hot like
yo woman and
All a sudden she runnin'
(Blushin')
Paid by the day imma need it on the
Front end
Now I'm in your face
Get up out the way
Got nothing else
sleep still stand and stick by it
All I talk about is money man these niggas is quiet
Carving nothing outta some'n you should get out and try it
Kant
send the- back then
Numbers, pimpin' and robbin', well they still robbin' and pimpin'
But it's small change compare to hip hoppin'
And did I mention
send the- back then
Numbers, pimpin' and robbin', well they still robbin' and pimpin'
But it's small change compare to hip hoppin'
And did I mention
made up... like pac and Wutang
Then I change up... and play By what u say
How bout that.... see Im allowed that
Most Opinions pop off like bra straps
still talk about us when we've died
The end
Is just a little harder when brought about by friends
For all you care, this wine could be my blood
For
still talk about us when we've died
The end
Is just a little harder when brought about by friends
For all you care, this wine could be my blood
For
Y yo X in my jean's no chromosomes
Give her the James St. Patrick in church
In other words, that's the Holy Ghost
Flashy nigga but I'm laid back
Only
somebody
Thought about her everyday, all the time
The girl of my dreams, always blew my mind
Every few days, she'd pass by, I say hi
But she suddenly
pills, weed, and even made it snow like the weather
I wasn't feeling the change, cause I was all about dollars
Fucking your main broad somewhere, popping
descent into the dawn of a new millennium
Anticipating life without Satan hating,
And all enemies to hell, I'm sendin them
And let's change the world
to go and get this shit by the jug.
I could’ve bought this shit by the tub, I’m a boss like James St. Patrick.
I could’ve bought this shit by the club.
they'll still talk about us when we've died.
JESUS
The end...is just a little harder, when brought about by friends.
For all you care, this wine
feeling like I up and let ya
Get away now you all in the lectures
Being studied by the college's professors
Now I regret the day I met ya
(Bitch) I'll be
the same way about their craft
Ya nah mean?
Get your hand out my pocket, I paid my dues
And with this rap shit, you gotta play by the rules
So fuck your rap
the kid
You ain't tryna risk your life
Better think about your goals
All that balling and your flows
See the real hustlers know
You just ear hustling
we pass by each other
could she be a lover?
is she really focused on another?
not sure so imma just show my poker face
and watch closely everytime she
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