XXXIX Empire - Fireflies in Brooklyn by Jimmy Carter lyrics

Fireflies in Brooklyn (Jimmy Carter) Lo-Fi Underground Gold Tooth Rap mother f**er Keep a high profile on the second place watch So clean when he come in, notch up the ba** Always out of my face with a rhyme; so taste like good box Eat like a fox and fish Lock up the dish I'm a fiend for a cat Euphemism masterpiece; I gotta faster speak C.a.r.t.e.r. Cee far into a deep scar…you get a sweet bar I like rapping and managing God Come through handling jobs Damaging squads who ain't consistent Write with the cell phone or the wrist bent Misfit: understatement of the century Trust your content with me. I was worried when I spent the cheese Tried to flurry like a centipede on a dented seed tryna eat Try to eat so I read Don't compete with a bread on seek to succeed Saw that coming like a blind woman busting off Jimmy Carter thrusting I'm off that cliché sh**… I'm an extraordinary combustion of smell good substance Might imply that I'm doing nothing wrong Get off Bray's dick you're just screwing with the song You're nasty like water when it's spewing from the bong I'm better than Maxx with confidence I'm strong He don't get the gold like Lance Armstrong But he get to hold deez nuts on a pole… (Maxx 39) Youz a shrimp and a ho I'm an addict to a freestyle flow You're just a cee through junky I'm a CEO You won't cee me blow but ill cee you after the show Did you cee he's blown? Jimmy Carter got his CD owned But he's a little thievery ho I already said ho So what you'rez a ho-ho-ho Like presents on Jesus bornday, is that fine with you?! (Jimmy Carter) Okay, let it go! I'm nice like Tyson in front of paparazzi Cute girl; watch papa try to stop me and jock me But he's dropping a deuce: so co*ky Call you Shaq how you blocked me Look at booty like a pirate possessed When the gyal bend, (forward) I will look down her chest And I am impressed at what you did with the place On the weekend I get stoned till I can't feel my face C.a.r.t.e.r Cartier frames like my last name Coleman C.a.r.t.e.r Cartier frames like my last name Coleman C.a.r.t.e.r Cartier frames like my last name Coleman C.a.r.t.e.r Cartier frames like my last name Coleman (Samples) Ladies and Gentlemen! GS Lex', Cartier specs… Jimmy Carter The God boy… Lets get ready to rumble! (Jimmy Carter) Jimmy-Jimmy-Jimmy, I just hit the lotto My blood pressures rushing like I'm Ivan Drago I need a show on bravo hit up Jim Carry Learned the game from Weintraub, rest in peace to Jerry I just saw Tai Lopez he gave me the ways I need investment money, f** the SoundCloud plays I'm shaking hands with CEOs and VPs Learn for motherf**ers who really about they cheese I learned from two types of Gs; icy rings I manage f**ing Maxx 39 and The Sun King I'm booking them for shows and they k**ing sh** Now Jimmy Carter only hero on some villain sh** Competition don't exist it's counterproductive I'm ‘bout try comedy and I do my own production Something-something-something The Empires rising I'm bout to spend a C-note just on advertising The markets looking fresh which one am I picking? Maxx be writing books for albums f** all the opinions I remember haters in them interviews Said we selling ourselves short, but I'm looking at they tennis shoes like: (what are those?!) I be hitting wax, I be watching wrestling Y'all say that sh** is fake cuz look at your necklace We've been ultra reckless, relentless impressions f** your clothing brand my son, I got my own collection f** cops for not doing the stop and freeze I be k**ing sh** like Macklemore be copping pleas I can hear them all yelling, “yo stop it please!” I'm sick-I'm sick-I'm sick, I think I got disease Mind over matter, signs push over patterns I'm more than just flattered, I feel like Cole Hatter I feel like Warren Buffet and I never hold chatter Flow like a cold shower; smoke sour/controlled adder I'm looking at Yahoos stock and say it's inexpensive f** anyone against Cosby I hope that was offensive I'm bent and my minds dented, those who have befriended After these last words I really hope your sad it ended Peace to Anibal, Jose and Miguel Jonny, Jon, Sal and Brandon teach me Spanish well Con yo-con yo-con yo. Need to stop tripping I'm only focused on the props given, not kidding Ho!