Jumpin by Fly High Drew Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Pen in my hand
Diligent, hoping it can hand me a band
Some millions, a meal for my momma
But shit then again
She calling me like stay up
Go get your pay cut nigga
The cops on your ass so duck lil' nigga
Go back to class like what the fuck lil' nigga
I taught you better, now I'm tossing
While you swerving on the block
Tryna claim a turf or what
Nah, it's different
See here we chasing a dream
Maybe a little bit of tree, and shawties around me
But see this crown on my head
They tryna call me less superior
Dreadlock gang, swear it ain't no thing
Say we quick with the ink or to the pen
It depends what we do with common sense
Say we need the comma commas
Kamikaze if we gotta
Call my posse, stage a robbery
Rocking ski masks, don't ask
My ass tired of rhyming
I place my cents in and never got profit
Less money, more problems
That's my only fucking logic
I'm a don, you got it wrong
Ain't a limelight nigga, but a legend with a trigger
Here to teach your ass a lesson
Go figure 'cause these niggas think they schooling me
Like who is he, lil' bitch I play this shit for his eulogy
Who am I, I ain't tryna euthanize
I got better shit to worry 'bout
Blowing cheddar, getting loud
Rowdy I ain't best seller
Probably the best going round in town
But I don't give a fuck, but here I'm
{Outro}

Jumpin' out the window, just like it's my outro