Zay the Profit - Jump Wit Me

These people can't rump with me
I'm Shattering walls
They tried trumping me
Get on yo feet and just jump with me
Just jump with me

All My niggas in the spot wit it
If it's fuckery you already know how Im gettin
Lean wit it
Rock wit it
Got the thing
Poppin it
You mad cus ya shawty on the side she just watching it
I just laugh
Count cash
Ya bitch got my kock in her
And if I die
I'm in thugs mansion where pac livin
Pardon my tough exterior
No this is not denim
Been losing too long
You niggas is not winnin
You niggas not winnin
I don't care if i gotta resort back to sinnin
Real shit
I been on this path tryna get rich
And ain't nobody coming between me and my shit
Dare a opper try to Oscar Frank Garn Me
My family pull up to the precinct like a army
Nigga they can't harm me
Shots and sirens
Don't alarm me
I was raised Where ain't no violins
It's violence and niggas palm heat
Stacking bread up
Just to get some calm feet
Now I'm bout the progression
And positivity
They think that I'm gandhi
But test me wit negativity
You gone b
You definitely gone be
The topic of that eulogy
Cus you thought that you was me
And that you could do to me
What I do to thee you get dumb killed
My cup runneth over
Give a fuck if the rum spill
I'm henny boy henny how
Hennything is possible
When I'm in a henny cloud
Hennything is possible when I'm in a henny cloud
I tell these bum niggas what I'm really talkin bout
I get high and I sip
And these beats I just chalkem out
Heard some 80s and 90s music and started dumbin out
Spirit this raw cane
A numb ya mouth

These people can't rump with me
I'm Shattering walls
They tried trumping me
Get on yo feet and just jump with me
Just jump

I'm from Brooklyn son
The livest one
Can't try this one
Sending shots without practice
Flow iverson
I give the moon light
And fry the sun
Better move right
End up by god and son
You know the code live by the gun die by the gun too
Show em my art in the War
No tsung tzu
They say don't bring a knife to a gun fight
Well Guess what
I brung two
You want beef
That's lunch food
Give em beats
And I punch too
Shine brighter than anyone
That's my stunt tool
I'm too gritty
Illy vanilly
For these little silly
I can go so
Silly with my 9 millie
That's what the dealy
You feely
Im the kid no gilly
The one who really puttin on for my city
I'm just tryna be the fucking don of my city
Hov wattup I'm tryna meet the don of my city

Written by:
Isaiah Velez

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