From the Jump
Still the same nigga from the jump
Too much money ain't no such thing as enough
You already knew what it was from the jump
Told you what it was from the jump
Please don't pull up if you wanna fuck
From the jump, from the jump
Still the same ole' nigga from the jump
From the jump, from the jump
Told you what it was from the jump
From the jump, from the jump
Still running with the same niggas from the jump
From the jump, from the jump
Only thing different is the bitches from the jump
[?] four chains on, bet you won' top that
Y'all stupid, I'm a have to kill my dumb man
Creep into your crib ever night like romance
Shout to your bitch, she a drop ball
Had her at the spot last night playing drop ball
Fighting with her like I'm busting [?]
Young rich nigga in the field soon jumper
[?] have your mind blown through at the jump suit
[?] for the guap niggas cut, though
They don't really give a fuck, though
They will run up in your spot, looking for the blood
Tie your ass up with a jump rope
Still the same nigga from the jump
Too much money ain't no such thing as enough
You already knew what it was from the jump
Told you what it was from the jump
Please don't pull up if you wanna fuck
From the jump, from the jump
Still the same ole' nigga from the jump
From the jump, from the jump
Told you what it was from the jump
From the jump, from the jump
Still running with the same niggas from the jump
From the jump, from the jump
Only thing different is the bitches from the jump
Still the same nigga from the jump
Still riding around with the park, still high to fuck
Same ol' nigga with a get money gut
Same young nigga running 'round with drug dealers
In a mess with real killers
Young rich nigga might pull up in a fiscal
Till we made out the bottle
Poka dot pistol man I hate to red dot'em
One shot'em scope on the choppa nigga
Better play possum oh shit uh oh man down
All the same shit from the jump
Young nigga made a mill hums
And I'm still on the grind still skip the line with
A baby nine
Still the same nigga from the jump
Too much money ain't no such thing as enough
You already knew what it was from the jump
Told you what it was from the jump
Please don't pull up if you wanna fuck
From the jump, from the jump
Still the same ole' nigga from the jump
From the jump, from the jump
Told you what it was from the jump
From the jump, from the jump
Still running with the same niggas from the jump
From the jump, from the jump
Only thing different is the bitches from the jump.
Too much money ain't no such thing as enough
You already knew what it was from the jump
Told you what it was from the jump
Please don't pull up if you wanna fuck
From the jump, from the jump
Still the same ole' nigga from the jump
From the jump, from the jump
Told you what it was from the jump
From the jump, from the jump
Still running with the same niggas from the jump
From the jump, from the jump
Only thing different is the bitches from the jump
[?] four chains on, bet you won' top that
Y'all stupid, I'm a have to kill my dumb man
Creep into your crib ever night like romance
Shout to your bitch, she a drop ball
Had her at the spot last night playing drop ball
Fighting with her like I'm busting [?]
Young rich nigga in the field soon jumper
[?] have your mind blown through at the jump suit
[?] for the guap niggas cut, though
They don't really give a fuck, though
They will run up in your spot, looking for the blood
Tie your ass up with a jump rope
Still the same nigga from the jump
Too much money ain't no such thing as enough
You already knew what it was from the jump
Told you what it was from the jump
Please don't pull up if you wanna fuck
From the jump, from the jump
Still the same ole' nigga from the jump
From the jump, from the jump
Told you what it was from the jump
From the jump, from the jump
Still running with the same niggas from the jump
From the jump, from the jump
Only thing different is the bitches from the jump
Still the same nigga from the jump
Still riding around with the park, still high to fuck
Same ol' nigga with a get money gut
Same young nigga running 'round with drug dealers
In a mess with real killers
Young rich nigga might pull up in a fiscal
Till we made out the bottle
Poka dot pistol man I hate to red dot'em
One shot'em scope on the choppa nigga
Better play possum oh shit uh oh man down
All the same shit from the jump
Young nigga made a mill hums
And I'm still on the grind still skip the line with
A baby nine
Still the same nigga from the jump
Too much money ain't no such thing as enough
You already knew what it was from the jump
Told you what it was from the jump
Please don't pull up if you wanna fuck
From the jump, from the jump
Still the same ole' nigga from the jump
From the jump, from the jump
Told you what it was from the jump
From the jump, from the jump
Still running with the same niggas from the jump
From the jump, from the jump
Only thing different is the bitches from the jump.
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Writer(s): Samuel Gloade, Quintin Karlando Square
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