Jim Dean

Yo, uh...
 Here to save the day and steal the game
 It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
 I know names who're moving the same
 We're staying out the way, we get away with a lot
 My quiet thoughts at night can turn rowdy
 Light bulbs and bright ideas can turn cloudy
 Big dreams even if they doubt them
 I never wasn't sure if I wasn't sure about them
 This is not your thing, this is ours
 Gangsters got this thing about flowers
 Rappers got this thing about power
 Bitter and sour, gossip at the top of every hour
 Walking in the rain off the Jim Beam
 Dreams broken on the boulevard, Jim Dean
 Get a grip for bars like a gym beam
 Eyes redder than the rastas on the swim team
 (For you)
 (We're staying out the way, we get away with a lot)
 (For you)
 (We're staying out the way, we get away with a lot)
 I ain't thinking about BET
 I'm talking about debt, 'D' to add the 'E-B-T'
 91, Dub C, don't work, you don't eat
 Crossed streets where reality and hard times meet
 Back in my youth I was a wildcat
 Put my tires in reverse and get some miles back
 It's been a minute since a while back
 Round of applause, blow the horns like Miles back
 It's God's work, that is not in my hands
 But I'm holding on tight for a few of my fans
 It's dedicated if the line is short
 And if the line goes long, that was your support
 There was a few times I wanted your respect
 But you try to play me like some kind of a threat
 The time done been elusive, ain't a lack of love
 Just an alley cat, got a lack of trust
 I went from slow flow to never the same flow
 Cause doing part two's not the reason I came for
 Until then I at the end of the rainbow
 But still the pot of gold about as real as the game shows
 Here to save the day and steal the game
 It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
 I know names who're moving the same
 We're staying out the way, we get away with a lot
 (We're staying out the way, we get away with a lot)
 (We're staying out the way, we get away with a lot)
 Trooper, just below forty with the wind chill
 All my shorties getting spin like the windmills
 Weatherman, I've been hailed the sky curse
 Fire verses I write for what the prize worth
 Pot love, won, then I got stuck
 Fell, then I got up
 Never went back down, never played the background
 Anxious more than patient, I attack now
 Don't get my way is when I act out
 Never waiting on the industry
 Waiting on the tables 'til the tables turning into me
 Go back, hands on the clock, you call it throwback
 But only no dope and judge not if I know that
 Need is need, that ain't weak shit
 But greed is greed, that's some weak shit
 I make a promise I'ma keep it (one-two)
 Never take my kindness for a weakness
 (For you)
 (We get away with a lot)
 (We get away with a lot)
 (We're staying out the way, we get away with a lot)
 (We're staying out the way, we get away with a lot)