Jim Dean - Evidence

Here to save the day and steal the game

It ain’t a crime if you don’t get caught

I know names who’re moving the same

We’re staying out the way, we get away with a lot

My quiet thoughts at night can turn rowdy

Light bulbs and bright ideas can turn cloudy

Big dreams even if they doubt them

I never wasn’t sure if I wasn’t sure about them

This is not your thing, this is ours

Gangsters got this thing about flowers

Rappers got this thing about power

Bitter and sour, gossip at the top of every hour

Walking in the rain off the Jim Beam

Dreams broken on the boulevard, Jim Dean

Get a grip for bars like a gym beam

Eyes redder than the rastas on the swim team

(For you)

(We're staying out the way, we get away with a lot)

(For you)

(We're staying out the way, we get away with a lot)

I ain’t thinking about BET

I’m talking about debt, 'D' to add the 'E-B-T'

91, Dub C, don’t work, you don’t eat

Crossed streets where reality and hard times meet

Back in my youth I was a wildcat

Put my tires in reverse and get some miles back

It’s been a minute since a while back

Round of applause, blow the horns like Miles back

It’s God’s work, that is not in my hands

But I’m holding on tight for a few of my fans

It’s dedicated if the line is short

And if the line goes long, that was your support

There was a few times I wanted your respect

But you tried to play me like some kind of a threat

The time done been elusive, ain’t a lack of love

Just an alley cat, got a lack of trust

I went from slow flow to never the same flow

Cause doing part two’s not the reason I came for

Until then I at the end of the rainbow

But still the pot of gold about as real as the game shows

Here to save the day and steal the game

It ain’t a crime if you don’t get caught

I know names who’re moving the same

We’re staying out the way, we get away with a lot

(We're staying out the way, we get away with a lot)

(We're staying out the way, we get away with a lot)

Trooper, just below forty with the wind chill

All my shorties getting spin like the windmills

Weatherman, I’ve been hailed the sky curse

Fire verses I write for what the prize worth

Pot love, won, then I got stuck

Fell, then I got up

Never went back down, never played the background

Anxious more than patient, I attack now

Don’t get my way is when I act out

Never waiting on the industry

Waiting on the tables 'til the tables turning into me

Go back, hands on the clock, you call it throwback

But only no dope and judge not if I know that

Need is need, that ain’t weak shit

But greed is greed, that’s some weak shit

I make a promise I’ma keep it (one-two)

Never take my kindness for a weakness

(For you)

(We get away with a lot)

(We get away with a lot)

(We're staying out the way, we get away with a lot)

(We're staying out the way, we get away with a lot)

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