Sims Jong Il - Sims

Well I stepped up my cleats on

And that chin music is my theme song

That brush off, that write off, I just use that as a deduction

That mean mugging don’t mean nothing (fuck this sh-)

Hold the line, I play the whole 9

I steal second, I scrape for mine

You can take the signs or you can pay no mind

I’m on the verge, hold the sermon

Like I told the purists, if I played it safe I would’ve sold insurance

So I kill it 'til it’s dead, till it 'til it grows

Get it on the road then tour it 'til it’s old

Like any good crow I never tip toe around a motherfucking straw man

Make me like amen, or god damn, or something

Like money for nothing

In common

I came up on ramen

Nine of us and we’re lining up

And you must be high on that diamond dust

Now I’m grinding out until my time is up

I didn’t come to play games, man I came to win

I get it in then I’m in the wind and I ain’t no average citizen

I ain’t living in that bitter end

I come to stack my dividends and then bounce

I am the chem trail in your easy mac

Sims Jong Il to all you Tumbl’ing amnesiacs

Faking funk and celiacs

Got me out here feeling old on my Holden Caulfield calling phony

I’m from the land of Uncle Ole’s yelling fuck the police

Axel Foley your magic kingdom, leave a mess on your linoleum

In the kitchen with a downgraded Pluto enriching Plutonium

These molly poppers went too based, looking Rob Ford

That ain’t flavor that’s Kool Aid, you’re skating on a long board

I’m taking shots singing C-Murder until I wind up on the floor

Then I’m Hasselhoffing this cheeseburger, call you up around four

I’m Nick Caging this Vegas, I’m lighting up these stages

They say baseless shit to get famous, they’re Jim Rome, they’re Skip Bayless

Sunglasses and bail money, my cunning and my homies

We’re running, we’re hungry, you stay praying on some pony

Stay blue Lonely Boy, southsider, outlier, the gasoline to your house fire

And I ride this shit 'til there are no tires

I didn’t come to play games, man I came to win

I get it in then I’m in the wind and I ain’t no average citizen

I ain’t living in that bitter end

I come to stack my dividends and then bounce