JUMP!

LYRICS

Intro
One step too far 
One step too far 

Verse 1 
Hop out the belly the beast and flame on
Jump in a whip same colour as Akon 

For real 
I’m living rent free 
I’m not a mason 
If you’re a vamp then I’m more like Vlade’s son 

Long live Ricky 
Long live Titch 
Long live Forbes 

My brother send yo ass up there just to see how they doing 

For real 

Kill Lee they thought B Wood but B never could 
I got a ting in Lusaka, looking like Megan 
I’m good 
Need me a Tanasha Donna, need me a ting from the hood 
I’m from the village we pray for the rain, it rain when it should 

God made it rain in this bitch 

Verse 2 

For real 
I can take my time with it 
Nobody else can do what I do 
You waited for Jesus, wait for me, too 

Damn 

For real 
Look at me you’ll see no evil in eye 
If Satan approach me 
Devil may cry 

Huh 
don’t get me wrong I’m a bad muthafucker 
Niggas got cap by the load like a trucker 
Niggas try selling they’re souls cause they stuck 
Till they find out satan don’t give a fuck 

Went to LA had to sleep in that whip 
The heat made me cold 
Got back to SA with a brand new flip and whole lot of O’s 

How many make you a million Bitch if you know then you know 
One percent Nigga I got me the gold before I sit on the throne 

Rich before I really get famous, these niggas selling their anus 
I could buy out my advance but watch how it go when this tape hits 

I might jump into that penthouse, I might go full on the payments 
I made my way to the paid list, I curved a bitch on the A-list 

Fake love in all of your faces, need me to win and you hate it 
I don’t want friends, I want pages, all you Niggas outdated 

Rockstar and I mean it, how many of y’all just say it 
Might land on stage faded, land in your bitch Jaded huh 

Outro 

One step too far 
One step too far 
Was it too far

ROOM 37

4R (Co-Prod. KindlyNxsh)

"BET" LUNCHBOX X TALINWYA (PROD. CHROMES)

Yeah
Young Soldier
Yeah
This how I'm coming (for real)
Flow make me sick to the stummy
Now all my numbers is running (Laps)
Now all my bitches is coming
I made a K off of flipping a hundred (I did)
I see a opp and I stun him
Fuck him up and then go dummy
Fuck him up and then go wild
I give her dick and she smile (mmh-mmh)
I paint her face with my children
She looking after my child (she is)
Really I came from the jungle
She treat my dick like a vine (mmh-mmh)
Militant, look in my eye
I'm not the regular kind (Young Soldier)

I'm not your-
(Young Soldier)
I'm not your regular guy (I am not)
She didn't want me before I performed, now she tryna see me on live (mmh-mmh)
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch I'm on form and this isn't FIFA online
Fuck with a Soldier, Indeed you'll die
Militant she can't believe her eyes (oh-oh)
Heaven sent, never where evil lies
It's evident, I am a fiend for Christ (uh-huh)
Remember when I used to dream
Bout Being the guy, I guess I achieved I
Young Soldier I live my life
(Don't worry bout me)
And I live it right
Fuck on a ho and change her life
Feel like a dawg out a cage, Ight!

(I feel like a dawg, dawg) Young Soldier
(Mmh-mmh)
Yeah, This how I'm coming (for real)
Flow make me sick to the stummy
Now all my numbers is running
Now all my bitches is coming
I made a K off of flipping a hundred (I did)
I see a opp and I stun him
Fuck him up and then go dummy
Fuck him up and then go wild
I give her dick and she smile (mmh-mmh)
I paint her face with my children
She looking after my child (she is)
Really I came from the jungle
She treat my dick like a vine (mmh-mmh)
Militant, look in my eye
I'm not the regular kind (Young Soldier)

Militant Flow

envy me (prod. hercule$)

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I went and fucked on a 10 
She went and fucked on her friend 
Both of my pockets got weights 
I put them both in the gym 
Talking my shit on a bass, nah nah
Talking my shit on a Spinz 
I got bitches on my side just like my limbs 
Might walk in this bitch all fly like I got wings 
She call me him, she call me lord coz I got rings 
She like my songs and when we fuck I make her sing 
I turn her up, I make her buss it when she bend 

She just want my bands 
Can’t fit in both hands 
Can’t fit in my pants 
Militant Young Man 
She said she can’t stand me, nah 
Here’s a one night stand 
I’m not like her man 
He got one night swag 
Feeling fly like-
Feeling fly like Pan, Peter 
Michael Jack she a bad eater 
I protect my bag, keeper 
Black and white Doomed bag, zebra
All of my niggas swag people 
You and I Yang Ying, not equal 
Fuck that nigga up once, no sequel

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