paroles de chanson Jump (feat. Gizzle) - Gizzle , Lupe Fiasco
Gold
medals,
them
my
role
models
Rollin'
old
models,
lowered
old
schools
Flowin'
cold
and
goin'
gold
follows
Flower
bearin',
call
it
petals
to
the
floor
Power
sharin',
call
it
devils
to
the
door
Power,
power,
'til
ain't
no
devils
anymore
Flower,
flowers,
they
be
droppin'
at
the
feet
of
my
sun
Move
a
thousand
miles
per
hour
down
the
street
of
my
slum
And
who
do
I
meet,
to
the
beat
of
my
drum
It
was
little
Susie
Uzi,
she
sold
crack
and
was
a
killer
All
bitch
dope
tip,
wasn't
trappin'
with
no
niggas
Had
a
long
money,
minor
do
that
action
for
them
figures
Her
influence
fully
automatic,
crackin'
off
the
Richter,
yeah
Walked
up
to
my
ride,
asked
me
could
she
get
inside
She
pointed
at
her
pistol
so
I
properly
replied
Told
me,
out
here
in
the
streets,
she
ain't
have
no
competition
And
with
me
up
on
them
beats,
then
we
shared
the
same
description
With
a
blunt
between
her
lips,
she
said,
"Now
here's
my
proposition:
You
just
write
a
bunch
of
raps
for
me
and
I'ma
go
and
spit
'em
Then
we
take
'em
to
the
radio,
the
DJ
better
spin
'em
Then
we
take
'em
to
the
record
store
and
sell
a
couple
million"
I
already
got
the
money,
already
got
the
bitches
I
see
these
other
niggas,
I'ma
do
it
how
they
did
it
From
a
trapper
to
a
rapper,
trapper
to
a
rapper
Trapper
to
a
rapper,
now
nigga,
make
it
happen
Tell
me
call
up
Soundtrakk,
have
him
send
a
couple
beats
Not
that
"Superstar"
shit,
she
wanted
somethin'
for
the
streets
Said
it
might
take
'bout
a
month,
she
said
it
better
take
a
week
Gave
my
arm
a
little
punch
and
then
she
pointed
at
her
heat
Said,
"I
saw
that
thing
the
first
time,
you
don't
gotta
do
it
twice
But
I
need
a
lil'
more
info
on
exactly
what
I
write
Some
details
'bout
a
female,
'bout
your
life
and
what
you
like"
She
said,
"My
life
is
like
a
bitch,
and
I'm
just
like
my
life"
Then
pow-pow-pow-pow-pow,
yeah
them
niggas
started
bussin'
Like
that
boycott
was
over
and
that
we
had
overcome
it
She
said,
"Nigga
hit
the
gas,"
went
from
zero
to
a
hunnid
Now
we
runnin'
from
some
killers,
I
was
so
sick
to
my
stomach
She
was
hangin'
out
the
window
with
that
thumper
she
was
dumpin'
Had
a
look
upon
her
face
that
made
me
think
that
she
was
cummin'
We
was
swervin',
jumped
the
curb
And
ditched
the
whip
and
started
runnin'
Tried
to
jump
over
a
wall,
but
it
was
a
little
tall
So
we
ducked
behind
a
bush
and
that's
how
we
got
overlooked
I
was
shook
and
breathin'
hard
And
she
was
sittin'
there
smokin'
kush
Then
we
both
started
to
glow,
we
looked
around
like
"What
is
this?"
And
then
we
looked
up
and
a
light
came
down
And
pulled
us
to
a
ship,
like,
"What
the
fuck?"
I
already
got
the
money,
already
got
the
bitches
I
see
these
other
niggas,
I'ma
do
it
how
they
did
it
From
a
trapper
to
a
rapper,
trapper
to
a
rapper
Trapper
to
a
rapper,
now
nigga,
make
it
happen
Well
now
this
the
shit
I'm
talkin'
'bout,
the
shit
that
I've
been
on
Yeah
lightyears
outer
space,
but
still
a
bitch
feel
right
at
home
Now
where
the
bitches?
Get
them
intergalactic
asses
to
clappin'
Break
down
some
of
that
candy
and
roll
it
up
in
a
wrapper
for
a
rapper
Now
I
could
never
go
back
to
trappin'
And
who
needs
Atlanta
when
you're
on
Saturn
gettin'
a
lapdance
With
a
lit
match
in
your
left
hand,
and
your
right
hand
is
a
gas
can
And
at
any
given
moment,
I
could
burn
this
shit
up
Why
you
standin'
there
just
lookin',
nigga?
Turn
that
shit
up
Hop
in
some
of
this
alien
pussy,
let
me
know
how
it
work
I'm
just
sayin',
I'm
gon'
be
there
and
I
ain't
in
no
rush
Nah,
nigga,
nah
nigga
I
ain't
in
no
rush
Ayy
I
thought
you
couldn't
rap,
when'd
you
learn
how
to
do
that?
Then
what
you
need
me
for
if
you
already
know
how
to
flow?
Ayy
fuck
that,
we
gotta
go,
wouldn't
even
be
in
this
ho
If
you
told
me
from
the
jump
we
wouldn't
be
on
this
UFO
But
I
think
that
I
can
fly
us,
stole
a
key
so
I
can
try
it
Never
thought
that
I
would
ever
be
a
flyin'
saucer
pilot
But
first
thing's
gon'
be
first,
when
we
get
back
to
that
earth
I'ma
go
back
to
them
raps
and
you
can
go
back
to
that
work,
nigga
I
already
got
the
money,
already
got
the
bitches
I
see
these
other
niggas,
I'ma
do
it
how
they
did
it
Nigga
we're
goin'
home,
home!
From
a
trapper
to
a
rapper,
trapper
to
a
rapper
Trapper
to
a
rapper,
now
nigga,
make
it
happen
You
can
kill
me,
I
don't
care—No!
Ayy
look,
the
basic
thing
is,
you
can
do
whatever
you
wanna
do.
Like
I
ain't
'bout
to
pass
up
on
all
this
shit,
you
see
this?
Like
we
time
jumpin'
and
shit.
You
wanna
go
back
and
do
what,
just
rap?
You
can
rap
up
here!
Yeah
nigga,
just
rap.
No
you
can't,
nigga,
this
is
space.
You
can't,
fuck
that,
we
goin'
home.
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