Текст песни King Von - Jimmy

Von
Man, that nigga better pray (on God)
And stay with it on him (stay with it)
He keep lookin' around, he feel death around the corner (it's death around the corner)
This nigga slimey (slime, slime, slime)
Just hit a lick in California (lick in California)
Old man an organ donor
Gun to his head and picked his phone up
He say, "Look, man, we both grown ups"
I'll shoot you and won't give two fucks
Call your son, he better pick up (pick up)
And he better bring me all them blue bucks (yeah, yeah)
Pops is sweatin', started breathin' heavy, call the paramedics
He had asthma but this crazy young bastard ain't care 'cause he was savage
He said, "Call him, stop the stallin'"
He cock back his lil' revolver
He said, "God, this young man got a problem"
He said, "Nah, this a problem solver"
Old man shakin', now he get to coughin'
He ain't respondin', he can't get him off him
This man dead, he ain't even bother
Somebody son just lost a father (damn)
Now Jimmy found out (what?)
His daddy got killed in his house (who? What? Huh?)
Stuck in the game, he was tryna get out (nah, nah)
Some bitch-nigga ran in his house (damn, damn, damn)
Couldn't take the pain, Jimmy broke right down (what? Huh?)
His daddy still on the ground (huh? What?)
Said, "Daddy, you with mama now"
Shit fucked up, Jimmy was the only child (damn, damn, damn)
Now Jimmy out here in the streets, just runnin' wild
Put fifty bucks on Lil' Cal (damn, damn)
Niggas confused, like, "Why Lil' Cal?"
They say Jimmy had cameras in his house (yeah, yeah)
Somebody gave him a tip, say Lil' Cal got a crib right there on the 6
He tryna score an assist, say, "God, if you give me this chance, I swear, I won't miss" (on God)
Now he stakin' out, in a car three houses down
Was just givin' up, now he pullin' up now
He parked his car and now he gettin' out (there he go)
Wasted, drunk, he stumblin' now
Jimmy rose and he shot like Kawhi (boom, boom)
Bullets hit him, man, he hit the ground (boom, boom)
Stood over him and he said with a smile
Man, that nigga better pray
And stay with it on him (stay with it)
He keep lookin' around, he feel death around the corner (it's death around the corner)
This nigga slimey (slime, slime, slime)
Just hit a lick in California (lick in California)
Old man an organ donor
Gun to his head and picked his phone up
He say, "Look, man, we both grown ups"
I'll shoot you and won't give two fucks
Call your son, he better pick up (pick up)
And he better bring me all them blue bucks (yeah, yeah)
Pops is sweatin', started breathin' heavy, call the paramedics
He had asthma but this crazy young bastard ain't care 'cause he was savage