Words From Bump J

Durk, keep doin' what you doin' for the city and the streets, my ****

Three hunnid days, three hunnid nights

Chief

Goon Squad

Solid four hunnid

Eastside crazy

Three hunnid nights, three on the 'Rarri

'Nother three on the ice

Durky takin' off

Just save room for me on that flight

It's been a minute

Since these **** heard me on the mic

Heard you takers got all the takin', ****

We want a slice

Executive suites

For the executives

Boss shit, the new cribs look like a fortune

Bitches gorgeous

Tell the waitress we gon' need more Cris'

Fresh out the feds to them forces

Durk, I hope you record this

Put the pressure on them ****

Say, and let 'em in

I'm walkin' out these gates

To that Wraith and the F&N

Get out of that water with them sharks

You just a yellow fin

That chopper get to poppin'

Shit sound like it ain't gon' never end

I ain't your friend, I ain't your man, I ain't your homie

You hear me on these songs

Get to feelin' like you know me

Man, this shit gettin' real

We at war with the police

I'm don't feel rehabilitated

I'm feelin' like you owe me

Buncha big-faced hundreds

On that big-faced Rollie

I ball hard in them streets

And this Rollie is like my trophy