Words from Bump J

[Intro: Bump J]
Durk, keep doing what you doing for the city and the streets my nigga
300 days, 300 nights
Chief
Goooon Squad
Solid 400
East side crazy
300 nights, 3 on the rari, 'nother 3 on the ice

[Verse: Bump J]
Durk, keep taking off
Save room for me on the flights
It’s been the minute since these niggas heard me on the mic
Heard you cakes got all the cake, and nigga, we want a slice
Executive suites for the executives
Bullshit, the new crib look like a fortress
Bitches' gorgeous
Tell the waitress we gonna need more cres
Fresh out the feds to the Forbes List
Durk, I hope you recordin' this
Put some pressure on them niggas so they let 'em in
I’m walking out these gates to that Wraith and that F&N
Get out of that water with them sharks, you just a yellow fin
The chopper get to popping, shit like it ain't gon' never end
I ain't your friend, I ain't your man, I ain't your homie
Hit me on these songs, make you feel like you know me
When the shit's getting real, real war with the police
I don’t feel rehabilitated, I’m feeling like you owe me
But you big face hunnids, on that big face rolly
I ball hard in the streets, this rolly is like my trophy