Words from Bump J

Durk, keep doin' what you doin' for the city and the streets, my nigga
300 days, 300 nights
Chief
Goon Squad
Solid 400
East side crazy
300 nights, three on the 'Rari, 'nother three on the ice

Durk, keep takin' off
Save room for me on that flight
It's been the minute since these niggas heard me on the mic
Heard you cakes got all the cake, and nigga, we want a slice
Executive suites for the executives
Boss shit, the new crib look like a fortress
Bitches' gorgeous
Tell the waitress we gonna need more Crys'
Fresh out the feds to the Forbes List
Durk, I hope you recordin' this
Put the pressure on them niggas, say they let 'em in
I'm walkin' out these gates to that Wraith and that F&N
Get out of that water with them sharks, you just a yellow fin
The chopper get to poppin', shit like it ain't gon' never end
I ain't your friend, I ain't your man, I ain't your homie
Hit me on these songs, get to feein'l like you know me
Man, this shit's gettin' real, we at war with the police
I don't feel rehabilitated, I'm feelin' like you owe me
Bunch of big face hunnids, on that big face Rollie
I ball hard in the streets, this Rollie is like my trophy