Gizzle - Jump lyrics

[Verse 1: 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, me, to the beat of my drum It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a k**er All b**h dope tip, wasn’t trappin’ with no n***as 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 [Hook: Gizzle] I already got the money, already got the b**hes I see these other n***as, I’ma do it how they did it From a rapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper Trapper to a rapper, now n***a, make it happen [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats Not that “Superstar” sh**, 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 b**h, and I’m just like my life” Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them n***as started bussin’ Like that boycott was over and that [?] overcoming She said, “n***a hit the gas,” went from zero to a hunnid Now we runnin’ from some k**ers, 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 f**?” [Hook: Gizzle] I already got the money, already got the b**hes I see these other n***as, I’ma do it how they did it From a rapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper Trapper to a rapper, now n***a, make it happen [Verse 3: Gizzle] Well now this the sh** I’m talkin’ ’bout, the sh** that I’ve been on Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a b**h feel right at home Now where the b**hes? Get them intergalactic a**es 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 sh** up Why you standin’ there just lookin’, n***a? Turn that sh** up Hop in some of this alien p**y, let me know how it work I’m just sayin’, I’m gon’ be there and I ain’t in no rush Nah, n***a, nah n***a I ain’t in no rush [Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco] 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 f** 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, n***a [Hook: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco] I already got the money, already got the b**hes I see these other n***as, I’ma do it how they did it n***a we’re goin’ home, home! From a rapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper Trapper to a rapper, now n***a, make it happen You can k** me, I don’t care—No! [Outro: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco] Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do. Like I ain’t ’bout to pa** up on all this sh**, you see this? Like we time jumpin’ and sh**. You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here! Yeah n***a, just rap. No you can’t, n***a, this is space. You can’t, f** that, we goin’ home. DROGAS!