JUMP

And it’s still a few hitters from the six (Six)

Jumpin’ over bodies when them boys ain’t hit the switch

N***as deaf, who you think around the corner? It’s a drill

All these blues on me, man, they thought I had a deal

I’m from the six, we don’t do no drive-bys

Walk up and say “Hey”, **** who you with

We gon’ pull up bangin’, all my n***as gangin’

Keep a blick, smokin’ on that stankin’, man, that shit get dangerous

Draco, ain’t no aimin’, all my killers angels

Like “Who is him?”, you don’t think the n***a safe, he lose a limb

Fifty thousand for the chain, half of that’ll get you hit

Oh, shit, caught that boy dissin’ Lil Boo, now he dead

All blicks, we just play that shit for keeps, that’s all year

I let it off, I keep my blick, I set it off up in this b***h

I seen it often in this shit, since hella young, since a jit

He said it all, I heard that boy he rat, I heard that boy he snitch

I bet it all, I bet the opps know not to pull up on the six

A hundred flicks, that’s a hundred shots, look like we takin’ pics

Memo a trip, he just start shootin’, I told him “Get a grip”

She watch her left, sayin’ “Six hundred K’ll get you killed”

And I’m off a pill, I’m just sittin’ back, how I got the drill (Von)

These n***as hoes, you know I know

He think he slick, I know he told

I’m on the road, still tottin’ pole (Huh?)

My gun be hot, your shit be cold (Boom, boom)

If you get caught, you better not fold

He had a case, his bond on hold (Damn)

He still locked up, it’s takin’ long (Uh-huh)

She wanna know when he comin’ home (Damn, damn)

See, shit it’ll get real, you ever been on the drill?

When no one you shot got killed? I’m just keepin’ it real

Have you ever been in the car with your homie who don’t got the wheel? (Damn, damn)

He can’t slide, he need him a pill

He a b***h, it is what it is

That’s your mans that you’re tryna uplift

But when it’s one time, n***as ain’t gon’ do shit (Nah, nah)

Them n***as ain’t slidin’ no more

The opps outside, man, them n***as ain’t hidin’ no more (What?)

Well, I guess we ain’t have the guys no more

When you see a n***a killed your brother, you don’t ask, just blow

When I **** with stars, give me passes though (Damn)

And if you don’t wanna shoot just pass it, bro

**** y’all wearing them masks for? (Huh, what?)

N***as got guns, but they ain’t gon’ blow (Yeah)

Yeah, I know a rich n***a homeless

Got me a deal, ain’t homeless (Yeah, yeah)

I’m a real n***a for life, but I ain’t tryna risk my life (Like yeah, yeah)

I was down bad on my **** and a n***a ain’t take my advice

(Yeah, yeah)

I was tryna make my night, but the Percocets ruin my life

(Yeah, yeah, gang)

Spent a whole M on my children

I was ****ed up gettin’ meal plans

Lambo’ dark and it still tints

Money on the lawyer and I’m still rich

I fell off once and I’m still lit

Voice of the streets, it’s real shit

I did a lil’ time in ’18, it was shit

Pounds in the mail, they ain’t mail shit

I’m in school with a Kel-Tec

I love my brother for life, he lost his legs to a wheelchair

How you get blocks and you ain’t kill shit?

How you run blocks? You ain’t kill yet

I ain’t even pop my pill yet

Most these n***as can’t feel that, yeah

You know what I’m sayin’, we do it for the streets

You know what I’m sayin’, the trenches

Everywhere, you know what I’m sayin’, Chicago

Let’s get it, yeah