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If you jumped in my shoes, you'd be fallin
I do shit that you don't be doin' often
Spendin' bands on hoes and clothes, I be ballin
Doin' shows, I'm on the roof, I'm jumpin off it
Ju-Jump off it
End up in the coffin
I'm a young prophet
And I profit off it
I'm the hottest topic
Everybody watchin
My fam think that I lost it
Cause I ain't goin' to college (Yah)
I get bands like every day
Mama, we gon' be okay
This lil' hoe won't be my bae
She my chick like Chick-fil-A
Labels don't be pain enough
I think I might need a raise
When I walk inside the club
I'm raisin' hell, no raisin' canes
All the hoes be showin' love when I touch down inside LA
My vibrations goin' up when in the room, I'm serving bass
Every time I'm in the stu, it's the best song I ever made
(Every time I'm in the stu, it's the best song I ever made)
In Paris, London, y'all, bout to spend a hundred ball
Better than all y'all, you know I can never fall
Top dog, I made the calls, on money, I be standin' tall
She think that she the prize, lil' bitch, I'm straight from Santa Claus
If you jumped in my shoes, you'd be fallin
I do shit that you don't be doin' often
Spendin' bands on hoes and clothes, I be ballin
Doin' shows, I'm on the roof, I'm jumpin off it
Ju-Jump off it
End up in the coffin
I'm a young prophet
And I profit off it
I'm the hottest topic
Everybody watchin
My fam think that I lost it
Cause I ain't goin' to college
Ju-Jump off it
Jump off it
Jump off it
Jump off it
(Ju-Jump off it)
(Jump off it)
(Jump off it)
(Jump off it)