DIMEZ Lyrics – [G]

DIMEZ Lyrics by [G]

Yeah i think its time
Yeah i think its time
Time to get on my grind
Turn my lemons to limes

Thru the rain or the shine
Im still feelin sublime
I know the world’ll be mine
Get up and get the rye

Time to get out yo mind
Stuck in the box like a mime
Tried to stick to the script
But i forgot all the lines

I aint discussin no crimes
When i say im droppin dimez
Holup
Born in southfield raised in south chicago

Mama sent me to the store to play her lotto
Papa told me always lead and never follow
Now im in vegas smokin on gelato
I hit up hudson tellem imma kill it

I swear he made this beat up in a skillet
Put future travis push & french montana in it
Then Øg took the fork and cooked it til he bent it
Bussin out my clothes like mr banner

“get up and get it” all up in my planner
Startin to feel like i am not from this planet
Im sittin on the throne i know that they cant stand it
When i was born i knew i was a king

Now i tell the haters they can kiss the ring
Married to the game it started as a fling
But who knew all the problems that that b#tch would bring?
To the table

They gon say my life a fable
Money walkin with a cane
But like the weeknd i am able
To stand up and flip this table

Climb my way up out the cradle
And then pull up on my demons spin
The block like it’s a dreidel
Some days i wish i was stable

Sometimes wish i had a label
But b#tch i an a indie
Til it’s 50 on the table
And you know im talkin millies

Aint no shelfin no 360’s
Yeah these bars is automatic
Even when my mind is shifty
Lets go

I swear its over when i get a placement
Got me daydreamin at my f#ckin dayshift
Mind up in the clouds my heart down in the bas#ment
Moment of silence while i make my statement

This beat should play when i walk in the room
I nicknamed my heart the house of blues
Id tell you why but ill just leave some clues
And like these b#tches you’ll just have to choose

What’s the answer
f#cked this beat then pulled my pants up
And the same thing goes for cancer
Cant believe it took mansa

Talkin mansa just like musa
Look em up on yo computer
Live it up cuz life is short just like the ones they wear at hooters
Holup

It’s Øg from the go
I tell her please say from the go
She said boy you already know
How could i ever tell you no?

I said shorty you the best
Too bad she cant get thru my vest
To that thing beating in my chest
So i guess she stuck w the rest

Im coolin eatin stofers in some loafers
And lil mama say she jewish
So you know she keep it kosher
Had to do it for the culture

At this rap sh#t i am ultra
And im smokin on good mota til it put me in the sofa
I work hard for the money
I work hard for the money

I work hard til im crazy
If you aint raise me
You cant phase me
My greatest gift is presence

When im sad or effervescent
Baby we can have a session
You can get high off my essence
I know we in recession and im holy like the reverend

But i laid her from her bl#w j#b and gave that p#ss# a severance
Now in her mind imma resident
b#tch im blackin out just like the president
Up in any room i am the elephant

But you best believe im in my element
She a whiff of heaven im imhaling it
And the way im feelin when im smellin it
I might go to heaven for the hell of it

Lets gØ
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[G] Lyrics – DIMEZ

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