Jumpin (feat. JayG)

I need dough don't come with that love shit

I'm leaving the game like Xabi Alonso

I'm not in the field like pundits

Outstanding brain, she a teacher

Giving me help while blowing my trumpet

I don't do fraud nor trap

Enticing still, but the rap soon jumping

Bringing in bread like crumpets

Listen up when I jump in

I talk real shit, some stunting

How can you hate, was nothing to something

Before the label shit, I was funding

Me and bro in a bruk down booth

Just spitting the truth and no one to trust in

We gone take it far, you can trust me

Give two years, it's the game I'm running

Invest that gwop, move out of the hood

Make dough like I said that I would

Move right or you might get left

They'll smile in my face, but I know you're a crook

She told me I act like I don't even care

When I'm up in the stu tryna think of a hook

The block get hot, D5 weren't blaggin

I see the civilians shook

She wanna know what I do for a living

I told her I rap, then I woke up blocked

These girls don't like me, they act like they love me

And leave me to rot

She can't be a ten when she's dealt with the mandem

Pardon my French, but that might be a thot

Brilliant mind but I don't wanna go down there

I'll pass on the chop

Me and the gwop locked in

When I first dropped in back then, I weren't getting the love

Had to rid toxins 'cause they weren't stopping

Moved rash on whatever I done

Don't wanna be boxed in

Cause I ain't tryna hear that I had one hell of a run

I'm tryna go clear on an evident one

Icon, try be a relevant one

Got one but she care too much bout me

I'm fucked 'cause I don't really think bout her

But I lie indefinitely

I'm hitting her up when I drink, get burst

I got pride in the way like the whole of the UK

I don't even know what's worse

Pick and choose but you won't come first

Holding it off till the love disperse

I need dough don't come with that love shit

I'm leaving the game like Xabi Alonso

I'm not in the field like pundits

Outstanding brain, she a teacher

Giving me help while blowing my trumpet

I don't do fraud nor trap

Enticing still, but the rap soon jumping

Bringing in bread like crumpets

Listen up when I jump in

I talk real shit, some stunting

How can you hate, was nothing to something

Before the label shit, I was funding

Me and bro in a bruk down booth

Just spitting the truth and no one to trust in

We gone take it far, you can trust me

Give two years, it's the game I'm running