(30, you a fool for this one)
Still the same nigga from the jump (From the jump)
Too much money ain’t no such thing as enough (No)
You already knew what it was from the jump (From the jump)
Told you what it was from the jump
Please don’t pull up if don't you wanna fuck
From the jump, from the jump
Still the same old nigga from the jump (Same nigga)
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 (Same niggas)
From the jump, from the jump
Only thing different is the bitches from the jump
Ay, since jump street I been in jump man (New J's)
Four chains on, bet I won't tuck now (No sir)
Jump stupid, I’mma have to kill my gun man (Brrp)
Creep into your crib late at night like BruhMan (Shh..)
And shout to your bitch, she a jump off
Had her at the spot last night playing jump ball (Doin' what?)
Talkin' to her while I'm bustin' like I'm Bryant Pumper
Young rich nigga, in the field, shootin' jumpers
Big-face hundreds I'mma thumb through
Play with mine, get blown out your jump suit
Tell the chopper make the whole block jump too
Like Kris Kross, get knocked off playing with the big dogs
For the guap niggas cut throat
They don’t really give a fuck though
They'll run up in your spot, hot, lookin' for the blocks
And tie your ass up with a jump rope
Still the same nigga from the jump (From the jump)
Too much money ain’t no such thing as enough (No)
You already knew what it was from the jump (From the jump)
Told you what it was from the jump
Please don’t pull up if don't you wanna fuck
From the jump, from the jump
Still the same old nigga from the jump (Same nigga)
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 (Same niggas)
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 pump
Still hot as fuck
First I wasn't eating, now a nigga full as fuck
Same old nigga with a get money gut (Ya dig?)
Same young nigga (Doin' what?)
Running 'round with drug dealers (Doin' what?)
In the mix with real killers (Who you?)
Young rich nigga might pull up in a Fisker (Errr..)
'Til we made it out the bottom
Polka dot pistol
Man, I hate to red dot 'em
One shot 'em
Scope on the chopper
Nigga better play possum
Oh shit, uh-oh, man down, young chapo
All the same shit from the jump
Young nigga made a mill off of humps
(Scrap, what it do nigga?)
And I’m still on the grind
Still skip the line
Walking in the club with the baby nine
Still the same nigga from the jump (From the jump...)
Too much money ain’t no such thing as enough (No)
You already knew what it was from the jump (From the jump..)
Told you what it was from the jump
Please don’t pull up if don't you wanna fuck
From the jump, from the jump
Still the same old nigga from the jump (Same nigga)
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 (Same niggas)
From the jump, from the jump
Only thing different is the bitches from the jump
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