[Chorus: Jimmy Barz & Levi Genes]
We came up (up)
From the ground to the sky
Never changed up (up)
Turned a gram to a Pi
We gon' get it back
(get a zip, flip a pack)
We gon' get it back
(get a stack, flip it back)
[Verse 1: Jimmy Barz]
Treat my cash like it's rent day, always tryna' get it first
Let it burst
Always move in silence, I ain't said a word
Chose me, it had to be, I can see your feelings hurt
Blasphemy, it's sad to see, I should prolly check a church
Prolly check the synagogue
I'm just praying god, wash my sinning off
Codeine what I'm sipping off
Like I got a drip n' cough
Bape is what I'm dripping dawg
Flows my foes be ripping off
I be spitting flames like I'm Kiprusoff
Jabs like I'm Tyson
Clash of the Titans
I'm with Zeus smoke and lighting
Up this chronic like it's lightning
Mountain of Olympus flow
Henny got me sipping slow
Smokin' on that chemical
Medical, Backwood blunts never edibles
Smokin' on that k**er, but I'm iller
Trap souls like Tiller
Had to Let Em' Know
Brand new 11's man I'm too eccentric
A top dawg like I knew Kendrick
Im the new Dennis
Rodman, can't stop him, a true menace
Here's a new premise:
Put capital first like a new sentence
I'm on my Hill sh**, every time my crew mentioned
Me and Lee the new legends
[Chorus: Jimmy Barz & Levi Genes]
We came up (up)
From the ground to the sky
Never changed up (up)
Turned a gram to a Pi
We gon' get it back
(get a zip, flip a pack)
We gon' get it back
(get a stack, flip it back)
[Verse 3: Jimmy Barz]
Too easy
Im just like (LL) Cool J meets Kool G
They call me Jimmy From the 6 like two 3's
2 g's, too easy, need to ease up
I'll put you six feet, just so you can see up
Whack rappers biting all my writtens but my free's tough
You could give me Five Fingers dawg I wouldn't freeze up
You could never body me, you could hit the lottery
My knowledge more important than my wallet or my poverty
Been rapping since the nursery
Rappers stealing flows like it's burglary
My lyrics in the First Degree
I'm sick just like infirmaries
I always make a track to k**
Pockets look like Uncle Phil
I'm balling like a younger Will (Smith)
If I ain't making music or I'm working, I feel unfulfilled
My punchlines leave you bloody like you under-grilled
Rarity, these rappers selling bars like a charity
"Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity"
I'm everything these rappers wanna be that's why they scared of me
I can slow it down, or I can spit it in celerity
Apparently, my message isn't gettin' through the ma**es
I should prolly call this sellin' dope off a tracklist
[Chorus: Jimmy Barz & Levi Genes]
We came up (up)
From the ground to the sky
Never changed up (up)
Turned a gram to a Pi
We gon' get it back
(get a zip, flip a pack)
We gon' get it back
(get a stack, flip it back)