Really Jimmy is an electrifying track by Baby Tron that showcases his distinct lyrical style, intricate wordplay, and pop culture references. The song paints a vivid picture of the hustle and aspirations of young men navigating life in the streets. Packed with clever sports and video game metaphors, this track is sure to resonate with listeners aged 18-26 who appreciate a blend of humor and realness in hip-hop.
Ayy, check it, yeah
I ran it up so quick, like I'm sprinting at the combine,
Money coming in, stacking chips like it's lunchtime.
No excuses here, we moving like a fast car,
Where the green at? We flippin' packs like a NASCAR.
Got the game on lock, yeah, I’m the key holder,
Flow smoother than some ice, they can't freeze my shoulder.
Brody said he need goals, just like a quarterback,
Rushing in the field, man, you gotta keep your swag intact.
My heart, ice cold, like it's wintertime in March,
Every verse a touchdown, that's the way I leave my mark.
Smokin' on that loud pack, can’t match this noise,
I’m the true MVP, ain't no room for decoys.
A eighth for sixty, better buy it in bulk,
Five hundred blue faces, they give me that Gulk.
I was vibin' to the classics, homie, not the kiddie stuff,
This hustle fifty-fifty, my grind is way too tough.
In the zone like I'm playing 2K with the squad,
Can't let ‘em trap me, moving smart, never flawed.
Streets get deep, this ain’t a playground affair,
Got the blicky by my side, move cautious everywhere.
Pop out in the city, yeah, I’m ready for whatever,
Just like a gamer, dodging haters, man, I'm clever.
She like, 'Really Jimmy?' with that look on her face,
I told her keep it lowkey, ain't no time to leave a trace.
Told her to chill, we don't need to rush this,
Like a glitch in the game, can't get caught in the dust, kid.
I'm a myth in this town, yeah, they think it's fairy tales,
Life ain't no game, but we play to win, never fails.
So I’m counting all my blessings, stacking chips like it’s NBA,
On a path to greatness, and I’m walking every day.
Pop out and I promise if you see me then I'm busy,
They keep asking, 'Is he really? ' Yeah, I'm living litty.
From the block to the top, ain't no stopping this grind,
I'm really Jimmy, watch me shine, leave the doubters behind.
You know the game is deep, can't let 'em see me slip,
So I'm moving in silence, got the drive, never skip.
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Hey, ran it up so, man
Ran it up so fast I almost broke the sound barrier
All them excuses like you couldn't sound scarier
Where's Humane Society? We beatin' down terriers
Throw me on the beat, boy, I'm beating down every verse
Brody said he need a ring for the P's, he married percs
My heart, thirty-two degrees, February first
Your very best, not a tenth of my very worst
Smokin' unreleased Zotti, this some Cherry Nerds (Cherry Nerds)
A eighth hit for sixty
Unless you buy a QP, then them bitches fifty
Five hundred blues, that's a pretty fifty
Add a hundred more to it, that's a Nipsy sixty
I was listening to Guwop, not no Pretty Ricky
This shit fifty-fifty, like is they really with me
Know I'm on some bullshit, I hear that voice like really Jimmy (Really Jimmy)
I got it on me, but it's really in me
Two percs, a fifth, and some shrooms, this lil' bitty litty
When SBDSM touch, it's a shitty city
Moncler in PA, you gotta know that Philly chilly
Wonderin' what's up in his bushes
He wonderin' what's up in his bushes, that's my shooter layin' in a ghillie, silly
She got A-plus-plus head, but that kitty iffy
I think she had a BBL, this bitch got itty bitty titties
I think the Glocky caught a virus off the Pfff-switchy glitchy
Dude ain't a tad bit of aim, I know he pissed he missed me
I'm like a myth around that bitch, I know that Ypsi miss me
You know the streets get deep, you know this shit be fishy
I ain't wanna draw attention, popped out with the mini blicky
I ain't play games since a kid, don't try to Miniclip me
Comfortable in Penntown, me and Bone in Sticky Rickies
Told her put her head down, all that tryna give me hickeys
She like, "Really Jimmy?"
There go Mr. Moissanite, he rockin' did he, will he
You gotta get it by your dolo, ain't no pity in me
Couldn't be like Greg, naw, I couldn't let 'em Wimpy Kid me
They like, "Really Jimmy?"
Pop out, three milly, I just blew through fifty cities
They like, "Really Jimmy?"
by Baby Tron that's entirely original, but matches the style of wordplay and pop culture refrences reccognizable by males 18-26 in a clever way. Don't use any of the lyrics provided as all of the song you make has to be original and flow, this is just inspiration. Make sure to include a sports reference and videogame reference at least once interwoven in a way that implies the hood life Baby Tron would live like that Miniclip refrence.
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