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jimmy poindexter - *a ghetto freestyle كلمات أغنية

[intro/skit 1: rapper]
now y’all should know, i don’t wanna be seen as just a rapper or whatever cause, i have a lot more to offer, creativity than that
but, i want n_ggas to know that i can really rap my ass off when i want to. yeah, i might be this creative, artsy ass n_gga, and make this and that [?], but, at the end of the day it all started with rap, that’s at my core. and i know what you n_ggas want, you wanna hear that fire sh_t. so let me, lemme take you back to the beginning, show you n_ggas what’s up

[verse 1: act i/ primetime _ kanye west & jay_z]
i don’t even like rapping, it’s capping. this sh_t is stupid, but whatever

uh, look
all caps, when you spell the man’s name
n_ggas used to try and bully me becausе my last name
feel like yeezy when i spaz causе i lost my donda too
rest in piece, i miss my dog, sorta kinda marmaduke
god was oprah to us, “you get trama, you get trama too!”
ironic how my family full of it, this sh_t ain’t nothing new
how we have a family function if everybody here dysfunctional
passed it down to me, and i convert it into bucks to hold
what you call the coward that’s on time, i call ’em “punktual”
what you call a rapper think he cold, a lunchable
throw them off a cliff, i’m mishima to a huxtable

if you know, you know
feel like kazuya, i’m hitting low
she wanna come blow on my piccolo
open eight gates and i give her that hidden low
wrap it up, smash! no melee!
hanging with n_ggas that’s moving that payday!
that’s not a flex, that’s just how i was brought up
can’t say no names or my father’ll get caught up, oops!
n_ggas saying they better, you gettin’ out rapped by a n_gga in sweater vests
don’t test me, unless you want size thirteens in your chest
all you do is rap and ain’t n0body out here feeling you
i do it all and more and still be rapping like the rent is due
you suck n_gga, your career inside my blunt n_gga
got more talent in one cell than your potential
i’m confident as f_ck, so all my plans are confidential
the loudest motherf_ckas, be the n_gga’s flexin’ rentals

what the f_ck? (b_tch)

[skit 2: industry plant]
so this is how i’m living. y’all see this? your new fav, the n_gga that’s blowing up right now, that guy you think is so cool, this how he living. this look like super star status to you? look how small this room is, i can touch the d_mn ceiling, it smells like sh_t too_
this is where i record all my music, right here. this is the music you love came from. you know it’s crazy cause, i’ve been hearing n_ggas commenting how they’re skeptical of me being an independent artist. they’re calling me an “industry plant”. apparently my quality is too high for someone who’s poor without a label, now y’all just see how i’m living, does that look like i’m signed to a record label secretly? if so i must be f_cking deep undercover, bro. i mean look at all my videos, they’re filmed in someone’s backyard. if i had more money i’d be making way better sh_t than that, y’know. it’s not that good. you n_ggas k!lling me_

[verse 2: act ii/ 20 wave caps _ earl sweatshirt & domo genesis]
first they love ya’, then they hate ya’, then they hate you some mo’
if i gave my fans a chance, they’d probably eat me alive
used to have to ask casey to come sleep on his floor
cause if i gave my mom the chance, she would’ve taken my life
chased me ’round with shotguns, pistols, pencils and knives
pops was on the corner, thugging, fl!cking nickels and dimes
never had a itch to scratch, i’m not commiting no crimes
by 2017, i would stick to the rhymes (true story)

n_ggas, n_ggas is bots, n_ggas is children
comment section turn a dumb n_gga into neil degrasse
“jimmy hit a yuppie in the face for tryna film him”
that’s the headline they gon’ print, when i kick your ass
n_ggas calling me a plant cause they can’t grow an audience
post my bank account, like “i’m just pointing out the obvious”
everyday i balance beamin’ empathy and apathy
soul be feeling heavy like the sun defying gravity
now my dome is full like close the doors, we’ve reached capacity
everyday is torture when you know you could be living happily
[skit 3: originality]
you know i’m mad cause, n_ggas be commenting sh_t like “oh jimmy, donda 2.” “why drop an album with another popular artist’s name attached to it.” “is it a joke?” “why drop press material with bigger media outlets names attached to it?” “why not just release something completely original of your own, and your own name?” you dumb n_gga, you’re answering your own question as to why. how’d you even get here to leave the comment? you didn’t look up jimmy because you didn’t know i existed. but you looked up this n_gga’s name before and because of that, an algorithm catered to that interest, if i didn’t package it that way you would’ve never know i existed. i know! i made original sh_t for years and none of you n_ggas got that served to you, you think i wanna do this sh_t? it f_cking k!lls me inside that the only time i get any real life changing attention is when i’m wearing a mask, when i got some other n_gga’s name in my mouth. when i try and do my own thing, you n_ggas don’t give a f_ck. but whenever i mention someone else or bake they sh_t into my pie, you n_ggas pop up, and half of you love me and understand my talent, and the other half calls me unoriginal and derivative, but the truth is that the only way i could’ve broke through the noise is use the things before me as a vehicle. and that’s not entirely y’all fault, y’all didn’t create the algorithms on social media, some white boys in a corporate building will never see this. but the game is changing and i don’t necessarily have time to be sitting around broke and unknown until y’all randomly find me. don’t get me wrong, being original will always be in style to me, and once i’m good and my family straight, i won’t sound or look like any of these n_ggas, my work will speak for itself

but until then, let me cook_

[verse 3: act iii/ odd toddlers _ tyler, the creator & casey veggies]
no one gave a f_ck until i wore some other n_ggas skin. recreated they sh_t. what kind of message does that send to us?

f_ck yo blog, b_tch i make my own sh_t
motherf_ck your magazine, b_tch i do my own press
everybody saying stupid sh_t, this sh_t is ludicrous
i’m not talking fast & furious , you kids delirious
n_ggas think i hate mac, think i called him a crackhead
the same motherf_ckas probably chewing on flat heads
i didn’t screw up, i was making a point
“faces” in my top five, r.i.p to a god
now they hitting stank faces when i’m walking outside

- jimmy poindexter

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