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[Verse 1]
Grip on the mic so I can finally talk my shit
A lot of muthafuckas tryna to cop and shit
Niggas get on topic y'all been off the shits
Like mane, nigga get off that train
Your jail bars won't open up the gates to this
I painted this, authored it, slaughtered it
Call it quits, come take a whiff of the sharpie tip
A permanent grip, eliminate your list
Oh mane
Step in the building, Kurt Cobain
Shot to the head I must've lost my brain
This is the game we play, it goes 1-2-3 and we go insane

[Chorus]
Jump, jump
Make a nigga wanna
Jump, jump
Muthafuckas gettin'
Jump, jump
I thought I told you from the
Jump, jump

[Verse 2]
Yes, I’m up for chills and thrills
Yes, the devil come to kill and steal
Yes, keep the under armor with the concealed
Yes, and if I’m gon shoot I kill
Bust a cap, reload the clip with ammo, I'ma bust a rap
They feeding me more tracks 'cause the function fat
For the narcissistic, idealistic, thrown in pit
The neighbors heard the fight broke out, they called the system
How many pigs it take to get us off the strip?
Wait this is the game we play, it goes 1-2-3 and we go insane

[Chorus]
Jump, jump
Make a nigga wanna
Jump, jump
Muthafuckas gettin'
Jump, jump
I thought I told you from the
Jump, jump

[Outro]
For the narcissistic, idealistic, thrown in pit
Neighbors heard the fight...