Scottie Pimpin - Jimmy's $tory lyrics

[Verse 1] Imagine in the little city in Philly where money is effie and streets is gritty There was a young boy name Jimmy he was about: 6 years old, 4 feet tall, on a good path until his Uncle tryta take his papa's role But before that, let me go back before the drama, before his daddy divorce his mama Before his jeans were designer It was the school of hard-knock, he graduated with honors But they couldn't keep him down, wanted to be a doctor Best believe his favorite song was Big Poppa Probably cuz he grew up without a father Still his mom tryta keep him on a road to success Always wanted to help, she felt so blessed But couldn't rest, knowing that the bills aren't paid So Uncle Ronnie moved in and tryta help the things Single mom tryta keep Jimmy from the wrong things But Uncle Ronnie introduced him to the dope game Give him the bricks so that he could cut the c**aine Told him his profits to blow up like propane I couldn't tell you how he felt, but somewhere along the road-less travel he lost himself [Verse 2] Imagine in the little city in Philly where money is effie and streets is gritty We follow our character Jimmy he 5 foot 10, hair on his chin Got a little older, heart is colder, they stop calling him Jim Stopped going to school nowadays all he knows is how to sin Did I mention his circle of friends started to trim Cuz he don't trust nobody, Rule #1 is don't love nobody Everybody scared of him except Mom Dukes This not the boy she raised, she so confused She tried to talk to him but it's really no use He about his paper, if you're not, then see you later Three years earlier Ronnie dies soon he had to take his dope game over Felt the weight of the responsibility on his shoulders He remember when he was younger his mom calling him a little solider That's why he keep a gun in his holster, but continued to rule with an iron fist And walk around the street with a state of bliss But inside, Paranoia is getting worse It's gonna be the d**h of him if the d** don't to him first He wish he could've erase the pain and go into the past Before he started selling ‘caine and getting that cash But, feel like the entire world was just laughing at him So he determined never to go back again [Verse 3] Imagine New York City where crime is plenty, there's no such thing as pity You see our boy Jimmy but he don't go by that, he go by J now Big money selling crystal aching yay now Connection ranging from Houston to A-town And did I mention he don't chill with the same crowd Why? He all about his money, kingpin status and the boy didn't even hit 20 On an evening when it's sunny he came to the block Seen a kid pushing rocks right in his spot, and smacked him in his face Told him he had to move, cuz it was Jimmy's place The kid disappeared — without a trace But one day the kid came back, with an all-black gat in an all-black bag And put the tool to Jimmy's back And Jimmy tried to move, he put two in Jimmy's head Before help could come little Jimmy was dead How tragic, everything he worked for his whole life disappeared in seconds like magic And mama can't pay for the funeral, so she collected money from church people outta basket