Jump Out Lyrics

Jump about the bed designer on the sheets

Jump in the foreign designer on the seats

Sliding through the streets

With designer on the feet

You gone lose your control

If you trying to compete

You gone lose your soul

While I'm trying to complete you

This food for your soul

I aint trying to eat you

I do this for my Bro

Who aint got no speech

Locked down in a hole

They're not trying to sleep

Tell me to stay woke

I ain't trying to sleep

Cooking up the swollen

But I ain't trying to eat

Ask me how I'm doing

I ain't trying to speak

Trying to make it back home

Put my mind at ease

Make sure my kids safe

Put my mind at peace

Don't care about the time

Unless it's time to leave

I can do anything that my mind conceive

A true genius, my dad and mom conceived

I am not a human being that's what my mind believe

Surrounded by cons so there ain't no conning me

I was built for this road just speaking honestly

The world was blind now it's time to see

This my Coleone vibe is the Don in me

Too strong to let the devil come and conquer me

Too much money to ever let you sponsor me

Broken promises my survival astonishing

Jump about the bed designer on the sheets

Jump in the foreign designer on the seats

Sliding through the streets

With designer on the feet

You gone lose your control

If you trying to compete

You gone lose your soul

While I'm trying to complete you

This food for your soul

I aint trying to eat you

I do this for my Bro

Who aint got no speech

Locked down in a hole

They're not trying to sleep

I hope my metaphors

Hit you hard like a lion's roar

Never been said before

I pull up in a dinosaur

I hope you're ready for whatever I got in store

Never a label whore rock designers that's not in stores

You ain't got to cry

No more my word is true

My mind is pure

We ain't got a die no more

Chalk lines outside the floor

I got your spinal cord

Never well I'll let you fall

Got to remind you all every time that I ball

Lost a lot of time before

When I sat behind the walls

Got no time no more

To kick it like a soccer ball

Coppers was quick to knock you off

Serving like a volleyball

I was at the ranch trying to get my jolly's off

Rocks in my hand trying to get this molly off

On the block like Durant hotter than a Molotov

I will always love you

Like Whitney Houston in the bodyguard

Mind spirit and body scared

Gotta body him I'm sorry lord

Jump about the bed designer on the sheets

Jump in the foreign designer on the seats

Sliding through the streets

With designer on the feet

You gone lose your control

If you trying to compete

You gone lose your soul

While I'm trying to complete you

This food for your soul

I aint trying to eat you

I do this for my Bro

Who aint got no speech

Locked down in a hole

They're not trying to sleep