Fireflies in Brooklyn

(Jimmy Carter)
Lo-Fi Underground Gold Tooth Rap mother fucker

Keep a high profile on the second place watch
So clean when he come in, notch up the bass
Always out of my face with a rhyme; so taste like good box
Eat like a fox and fish
Lock up the dish I'm a fiend for a cat
Euphemism masterpiece; I gotta faster speak
C.a.r.t.e.r. Cee far into a deep scar…you get a sweet bar
I like rapping and managing God
Come through handling jobs
Damaging squads who ain't consistent
Write with the cell phone or the wrist bent
Misfit: understatement of the century
Trust your content with me. I was worried when I spent the cheese
Tried to flurry like a centipede on a dented seed tryna eat
Try to eat so I read
Don't compete with a bread on seek to succeed
Saw that coming like a blind woman busting off Jimmy Carter thrusting
I’m off that cliché shit…
I’m an extraordinary combustion of smell good substance
Might imply that I'm doing nothing wrong
Get off Bray’s dick you're just screwing with the song
You’re nasty like water when it's spewing from the bong
I'm better than Maxx with confidence I'm strong
He don't get the gold like Lance Armstrong
But he get to hold deez nuts on a pole…
(Maxx 39)
Youz a shrimp and a ho
I'm an addict to a freestyle flow
You’re just a cee through junky
I'm a CEO
You won't cee me blow but ill cee you after the show
Did you cee he’s blown?
Jimmy Carter got his CD owned
But he's a little thievery ho
I already said ho
So what you’rez a ho-ho-ho
Like presents on Jesus bornday, is that fine with you?!

(Jimmy Carter)
Okay, let it go!
I'm nice like Tyson in front of paparazzi
Cute girl; watch papa try to stop me and jock me
But he’s dropping a deuce: so cocky
Call you Shaq how you blocked me
Look at booty like a pirate possessed
When the gyal bend, (forward) I will look down her chest
And I am impressed at what you did with the place
On the weekend I get stoned till I can't feel my face

C.a.r.t.e.r
Cartier frames like my last name Coleman
C.a.r.t.e.r
Cartier frames like my last name Coleman
C.a.r.t.e.r
Cartier frames like my last name Coleman
C.a.r.t.e.r
Cartier frames like my last name Coleman
(Samples)

Ladies and Gentlemen!
GS Lex', Cartier specs…
Jimmy Carter The God boy…
Lets get ready to rumble!

(Jimmy Carter)
Jimmy-Jimmy-Jimmy, I just hit the lotto
My blood pressures rushing like I'm Ivan Drago
I need a show on bravo hit up Jim Carry
Learned the game from Weintraub, rest in peace to Jerry
I just saw Tai Lopez he gave me the ways
I need investment money, fuck the SoundCloud plays
I'm shaking hands with CEOs and VPs
Learn for motherfuckers who really about they cheese
I learned from two types of Gs; icy rings
I manage fucking Maxx 39 and The Sun King
I'm booking them for shows and they killing shit
Now Jimmy Carter only hero on some villain shit
Competition don't exist it's counterproductive
I'm ‘bout try comedy and I do my own production
Something-something-something The Empires rising
I’m bout to spend a C-note just on advertising
The markets looking fresh which one am I picking?
Maxx be writing books for albums fuck all the opinions
I remember haters in them interviews
Said we selling ourselves short, but I’m looking at they tennis shoes like: (what are those?!)
I be hitting wax, I be watching wrestling
Y'all say that shit is fake cuz look at your necklace
We've been ultra reckless, relentless impressions
Fuck your clothing brand my son, I got my own collection
Fuck cops for not doing the stop and freeze
I be killing shit like Macklemore be copping pleas
I can hear them all yelling, “yo stop it please!”
I'm sick-I'm sick-I'm sick, I think I got disease
Mind over matter, signs push over patterns
I'm more than just flattered, I feel like Cole Hatter
I feel like Warren Buffet and I never hold chatter
Flow like a cold shower; smoke sour/controlled adder
I'm looking at Yahoos stock and say it's inexpensive
Fuck anyone against Cosby I hope that was offensive
I'm bent and my minds dented, those who have befriended
After these last words I really hope your sad it ended
Peace to Anibal, Jose and Miguel
Jonny, Jon, Sal and Brandon teach me Spanish well
Con yo-con yo-con yo. Need to stop tripping
I’m only focused on the props given, not kidding
Ho!