Words from Bump J

Durk keep doing what u doing for the city and the streets my niggas

300 days, 300 nights

Chief

Goooon Squad

Solid 400

Shite crazy

300 nights, 3 on the rari, never 3 on the ice

Durk you taking off

Save room for me on the flights

It’s been the minute since these niggas heard me on the mike

cakes got all the cake, so we want a slice

Executive suites for the executives

Oh shit, the new crib looks like a fortress

It is gorgeous

Tell the waitress we gonna need more cres

Fresh out the Dirk I hope you record this

Put some pressure on them nigga

Saving little man

I’m walking down the streets till they braces and Get out of them water with them shorts The chopper make them popping shit like it ain't never

It 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 shits getting real

Real war with the police

I don’t feel rehabilitated

I’m feeling like you me

But you big face honies,on that big face I ball hard in the streets

This road is like my trophy