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voodoo - jimmy (usa) lyrics

intro
i lead by example, my talent is ample, i use to love spiderman
but now i like deadpool, wish i was kid in la on a bike again
i use to be writin’ while momma was fightin’ a bottle of vicodin
and then i got nice with the pen
open ya eyes and ya ears
let me show you why this my year

verse 1
this the internet, where people will see through you
and real n*ggas takin’ advice from fake gurus, purchasin’ courses
cover ya corpse with horse sh*t, post it on еvery app that they can, that’s real boo boo
this rеal voodoo— all of your actions, dictated
you should be elated, you n*ggas is e gamin’ and all of the e girls promotin’ products with p*ssy
ooh that’s bread and b*tter
n*ggas be cookie cutter
n*ggas is kids bop, these n*ggas ain’t hip hop
my talent is tip top, can’t fit it in on tik tok
tell rick rubin i love em but i’m tired of his optimissin’
my father livin’ on the street, ain’t got no pot to p*ss in
so i do not feel like i got to slow it down and listen
cuz if i do not get a bag, that n*ggas bound to flip a pound and get caught up with all the cops and now he’s down in prison
and i’ll see is crimson
this ain’t no wandavision
i got the magic that this industry miss*ang
got enough crack for everybody like “which vein?”
n*ggas albums full of mid, i stay left of center
i politic and play the game like a f*ckin’ fender
i don’t play guitar
f*ck the world, bend it over wearin’ ankle bars
k!ll ya favorite rapper, you witnessed another murder
these n*ggas say that they trappin’, ain’t flippin’ nothin but burgers
i’m over the rap caviar playlist
if this was a meritocracy i would be a list
i check fresh finds every week to make sure yall still suck
like “yup”
y’all don’t even listen, do n*ggas still want real bars?
want a n*gga not on lean and poppin’ pills huh?
l don’t care who baby keem cousin is, he still hard
and when my nephew enter the game, they gon be twins huh
ghetto nepotism is the only exception
i worked way too hard for my kids to be less than
successful in a world that don’t run on logic
you can call it double standard i call that symbolic
run it up baby i’ma negro scorned
i keep it gnarly mothaf*cka, you can peep my h*rns
friday the 13th, that’s the day i was born
tell whoever y’all think hot to keep my seat warm
haaaaa
no compassion for you hip hop purists
i can’t listen to boom bap all day
i’m not sorry, not ‘filliated with yall party
y’all be problematic and thinkin’ that y’all gandhi
got a million views was lookin’ like steve harvey
comment section testin’ me, feelin’ like i’m johnny
stop listenin’ to these n*ggas flexin’ they poser money
almost a year and i’m still spendin’ *uncultured money
tch man i’m so over money
nah y’all don’t get it i’m so
over over over over money
so over money, beat the beat up like it stole fundin’
i’m not preachy, you’re uneducated learn somethin’
yeah yeah yeah the jokes on you
i come from n*ggas cookin’ crack like le cordon bleu
that’s what they want to hear, they cheer, like sports on news
another black boy k!llin’ it like corpse on noose
and of course they gon downplay the talent cuz i’m not on
these mothaf*ckas
praise wack sh*t
i’ve caught on
uneducated n*ggas givin’ opinions it’s obvious how can i respect anyone talkin’ from audience
y’all be in the stands tryna give a helpin’ hand
b*tch i’m really in the field, you should stick to bein’ fan
and the world f*ckin’ spins, yeah this ain’t a group project
everything you see is intentional i want it
if i made it your way, wouldn’t that b*k?
oh i’d k!ll myself, i don’t agree my g
and we could part our ways, don’t have to tune in
you could stick to records with the autotune croonin’
i can get pretentious, i can get a little zoomed in
but i recognize that and i keep it pushin’
beatin’ up the p, rest in peace to paul reubens
tell em watch my hand while i’m doin’ this illusion
interlude
jimmy: is this your card?
italian plumber: well no, that’s a kni—

*stabbing sounds*

verse 2
this is jimbolini creepin’ through yo stere*ereo (ereo)
this my jim carrey flow, my mug is lookin’ scary though
i don’t do the talkin’ and that makes it more sinister
smile in your face right before i land the finisher
blood all on the carpets and the drapes, i got em matchin’
saw you up in half then
inaudible laugh
for my next trick, turn this f*ck n*gga into ashes
roll ’em in a blunt then
give it to the band kids

hook
prosperity
to the poorer nations
prosperity
to the poorer nations

verse 3
use to be the laughin’ stock now mines is up now
and to my family i’m just a cash cow
robin hood robin hood, help the hood eat
alakazam now you good g (prosperity)
bibidi, babodi got the candy with me
f*ck pen & teller, i got a baddie with me
and we houdini when we see cops come
when we get back to the block, you better not run
i got a voodoo doll with ya name on it
throw you off of a building— that sh*t stang don’t it?
and if you a vegan make you eat meat again
jab your eye b*lls out— then make you see me win
hook
prosperity
to the poorer nations
prosperity
to the poorer nations

- jimmy usa lyrics

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