Jump
Get to jumpin

[Chorus] 
Jumpin
Get to jumping
Bitch get to Jumpin
Cause who invited you into my party?
Get to jumping
Bitch get ta Jumping
Cause who invited you into my party?
Bitch get ta Jumping
Bitch get ta Jumping
Cause who invited you into my party?…
Get tf out b4 I get started….
Get tf ah…


[1st Verse]
Jump
It’s body’s bumpin
Me my bruv dem….
SD mobbin…
I’m never lackin nigga…
I’m always armed …
When Tk walk-in…
Proceed with caution 
I just be viben and burn trees (ay, ay) 
Copin designer the finer things (ay,ay) 
SD my life style we lowkey…
And this money my drug I swear
(Imma fein)
(Imma fein)
(Imma HOoooOooo….)
I cop the van vleef ,Match the Gally- T
Ay They fw papi (sheesh)
My priority??????...
Get dat money….. 
They can’t fw papi (Sheesh) 

 
[Pre -Chorus]
So who invited you into my party
Huh?????…
You betta get the fuck out b4 I we started
Now!

[Chorus]
Jump
Get ta jumpin
Bitch get ta Jumping
Bitch get ta jumping
who invited you into my party (ay) 
Jumping (ay, ay)Get ta jumpin (ay)
Bitch get ta jumpin
Bitch get to jumpin
Who invited you into my party

Get the fuck out for I get started
Get the fuck out for I get started


“My message to the people yk im saying is keep your head up stay strong this is only a matter of time and time can brake you or change you but Im not gonna let this shit brake me of change me”
this shits gonna build me up and turn me into a monster 
Imma come home hungry, imma come home a monster!
police aint stoppin nothin, cause we really out here BIG SDG 
you already know we certified 
we finna go stupid with this shit when I come home 
And for anybody who don’t believe it
Just watch and see
Y’all gone know us and y’all gone know what tf we got going on and y’all gone see the vision shit gone go stupid 
I’m tell you its only a matter of time b4 I come home”

Jump
Get ta jumpin
Bitch get ta Jumping
Bitch get ta jumping
who invited you into my party (ay) 
Jumping (ay, ay)Get ta jumpin (ay)
Bitch get ta jumpin
Bitch get to jumpin
Who invited you into my party

JUMPIN (.FEAT TOBI FROM PRISON)

[Verse 1]
Imma cop it fuck what the price be
Dat nigga solid, but he ain’t like me
We quick to crash, yeh bout this money
We state to state, I’m where the saints be
I kiss the dice, yeh Tk lucky 
Aye right and left, my pockets obese
I’m On a diet, I only eat green
Here ain’t no cakin
Yeh, cabbage lettuce me
I add the Jesus piece 
Imma masterpiece
Yeh she was sprung when Christian light up like a Christmas tree
I Ink the arm “CERTIFIED” till the death of me  
You add that Jesus piece
Imma master piece 

[Verse 2]
Arch the back, and I  put that bitch to work 
You wanna king 
You got Show your worth 
I grew up, right off Lorna road
I Blood the flu’s
From stompin in my shoes
You add that Jesus piece
Imma master piece
You add that Jesus piece
Imma master piece
You add that Jesus piece
Imma master piece

JESUS PIECE!

[Verse 1]
I just wanna ball they don’t wanna see me win
Imma shine anyway bc Im really him
If Tk take a L imma double for the win
Imma real nigga I ain’t tryna be ya friend
Papi geeked it up
Papi geeked out
We throwin dubs up
I den brought the troops out

Imma ball out 
Imma ball out
Imma ball out
Imma ball out

[Chorus]
They don’t wanna see Tk winning?
That’s why Tk ain’t friendlyyyyy
big gun on me my shit heavy
I ain’t never goin out pussyyyy
Fuck my hoe raw no jimmy
Baby say that’s why she feel meeeee
Shawty only hit blunt when she tipsy
But I like you better bae when you empty 

[Verse 2]
I just wanna ball they don’t wanna see me win
Im shine anyway bc Im really him
If Tk take a L imma double for the win
Imma real nigga I ain’t tryna be ya friend
Papi geeked it up
Papi geeked out
We throwin dubs up
I den brought the troops out

Imma ball out 
Imma ball out
Imma ball out
Imma ball out

[Chorus]
 They don’t wanna see Tk winning?
That’s why Tk ain’t friendlyyyyy
big gun on me my shit heavy
And I ain’t never goin out pussyyyy
Fuck my hoe raw no jimmy
Baby say that’s why she feel meeeee
Shawty only hit blunt when she tipsy
But I like you better bae when you empty

BALL OUT

(Yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh)
(Aye Aye,)
(Yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh)
(Aye Aye, Aye Aye,)
(Oh,Oh…)

[Chorus]
Im on the high-end gotta high grade!
Papi top shelf level champaign! 
Aye turn me up swear this blunt feeling laced…
Don’t give af, imma smoke it to the face!
I got my Brodie wit me, “Trap gonna shoot”!
I got dat rojo on my shirt piru!
This Kodi vest cause yk I’m bullet proof
And my pants “ofc they the Tru’s”

[Verse]
I call my gang, and we shoot a lil movie
Its price on my name, I keep a tooly
EA Its in the game, she’s a groupie
You tryna kill me bout a ho, boi ya pussy!
Papi get the loot now…I call the troops out
Imma letchu choose da way…
We can shoot or runna fade
I feeling really great, I cant see a thang
I dropped a perk in my drank!
Smoking high graaaaaade!

[Pre- Chorus]
(Yeh yeh)
I’m on Gelato high graaaade
Smokin Gelato high grade (Ayyeee)
This Gelato high graaaaaade!
(Ayyyeeeee)

[ Chorus)
Im on the high-end gotta high grade!
Papi top shelf level champaign! 
Aye turn me up swear this blunt feeling laced…
Don’t give af, imma smoke it to the face!
I got my Brodie wit me, “Trap gonna shoot”!
I got dat rojo on my shirt piru!
This Kodi vest cause yk I’m bullet proof
And my pants “ofc they the Tru’s”

[Verse 2]
Ice the team out…
I flood the the rings out
It was dead b4 we came, “nigga it’s scene now”!
I speak what I’m seeing, I Sip till sleep…
Imma beast of the beast’est
Its “The King” yea the leader..
We can get it crackin you just tell me where we meeting..
You can win wit us or you can watch from the bleachers
I feeling really great, I cant see a thang
I Dropped a perk in my drank 
Smoking gelato high graaaade!

[Hook]
Yeh yeh 
Yeh this Gelato high graaaade
Yeh this Gelato high grade (Ayyeee!)
This Gelato high grade
(yuuuuh!)

[ Chorus)
Im on the high-end gotta high grade!
Papi top shelf level champaign! 
Aye turn me up swear this blunt feeling laced…
Don’t give af, imma smoke it to the face!
I got my Brodie wit me, “Trap gonna shoot”!
I got dat rojo on my shirt piru!
This Kodi vest cause yk I’m bullet proof
And my pants “ofc they the Tru’s”


[Adlibs]

(Yeh yeh yeh yeh)
(Yuhya)
(Yeh yeh yeh yeh)
(Aye ayyyye)

(High end gotta high graaaaade,….. yeh!)

GELATO HIGH GRADE!

[Pre-Chorus]
You need gas we supplyin….
Got that pressure I’m applyin….
When the king get to stepping,…. (Aye!…)
I gotta tuck the Jesus necklace… (“Lord forgive me”….)
Yeh I’m Christian Dior dressin….(“Lord forgive me”….)
I gotta to clean it I dropped my ashes (“Lord, Lord forgive me”….)
They’ll take ya momma I f you owe me (“Lord, Lord forgive me”….)
Them folk don’t play bout my money (“AYE!”….)
I’m poppin red bean 40 (“Aye!”…)
Den won the race I was a tortus  (“Aye!”…)
I bout that Green dat guacamole 
I broke a M down with the Brodies
They gone help tryna stop me
Tk dubble dicked up in the party
Wit the troop Im surrounded
It’s The King SD empire!
 
[Chorus ] 
Come and be in it… 
You could be here…
I believe..
I can see…
What it be…
These nigga green…..Jesus please
Can’t play a P…
Tk quarter back the play Tommy B!
You play it how you want to dirty-clean
“We get money.” Guns, perks for da cheap!
Yeh Dis hunnid on my neck…(I swear I’ll die right about it)
Last nigga who tried to play… (I swear they still ain’t found him)
And If I gotta go today….. (Im praying to my Jesus piece!)
(Yeh!)
(Yeh!)
(YEH!)

[Pre Chorus] 
I say its smoke they get excited…
(Hey…)
You set for life you catch a body…
(Wait…)
SDG, “we move in silence”…
(Wait…)
But stay connected like Verizon….(Ayeee!..)
Lord forgive me if they try meh…
We crashing out and doing that timin!….
 
[Refrain] 
(“Lord forgive Me”…)
(“Lord forgive Me”…)
(I say “Lord forgive Me”….) 
They gone need some help to try to stop me ….(I say “Lord forgive Me”….)
Tk double dicked up in the party… (I say “Lord forgive Me”….)
Wit the troops, Im surrounded…(I say “Lord forgive Me”….)
It’s The King SD empire!

"LORD FORGIVE MEH"|SD EMPIRE!

[Verse 1]
I just wanna vibe for the day
I just wanna coast for the day
Aye Tk flood the wrist out for the pain
I had stepped in the fire with the flame
We bang’n SDG yea dats my gang
I want the money nigga you can keep the fame
Imma sinner baby Tk not a saint
Imma beat the pussy up like slave 
It could be easier if was a lame 
I went the harder way cause I was born great
I Cant complain …

[Chorus]
Shit I’m already knowing, already knowing
They wanna see long live by my name
Shit I’m already knowing
It could be over fa ya ass today
Shit I’m already knowing
I can’t blow dat bitch wit fear in ya brain  
Shit I’m already knowing

[Verse 2]
Cast on my soul
I think my soul broken
Tk outta space yeh The King stay in orbit
I accelerate yeh, I’m never slowin 
It's LLK, roll one for Brodie
I got game early I was in the first grade
Tk finessin honey buns up out the circle k
I’m cool with lil Corey he got motion of the H
He tried to put me on but Ik a better way
I’m already knowing...
Know Tk is not goin
Real heavy with that strong arm but Tk never hoe’n

ALREADY KNOW'N

I Bow my head I pray for healing
All the odds are stacked against 
Imma throw them bitches till I’m finished 
Yeh,
yeh,
Wish I was blind to shit I’m seein
I want Immunity from the feelin 
I stay high Im past ceiling Yeh
Tented shades to dim my vision
Black it out, yeh I see no people
I Keep the light, I fear no evil
Yeh yeh

I watched Brandon choke the shit out momma 
I scared to use the burna
I was 7, 8 or sum yeh yeh 
Aye, flashbacks from when I was weaker...
Blurr the lines of good and evil 
I got sum to make it even
Yeh yeh
Addy talking dr  prescription 
They don’t know bout shit I’m spittin 
Where the raid they on they dishes 
5 kids a pissy Mattress

BLUR THE LINES [Interlude]

[Verse 1] 
Yk mookie was just homeless
Bruv was hitting licks just to eat
We not playin bout the fundin
Might loose yo hand you try to reach
I say “fuck repercussions “
Cause ain’t no hesi up in me (pussy)
A real nigga in yo presence 
Ain’t no rap cap when I speak

[Pre Chorus]
Product of the fatherless 
And a mothers abandonment 
I’m only me riding for me
That’s just my mindset
we got the nothins….
Made overly ambitious 
All I see is passion…
They say I’m trippin

[Chorus]
Like Come and vibe, vibe’n 
I Solo ride, I’m ridin
We Quick 2 strike, No lackin
No hesi, hesi, hesi, 
Like Come and vibe

[Verse 2]
I deen felt the heat nigga,
Barrel of the pistol
No hesi when I’m steppin, 
No Beathin when I be spittin
No sleep 4 what I be dreamin
I’m certified fr, Imma give um everything that you needin!
Ay Fuck a dap up, I leave um where they reachin
You’d get locked up and butt fucked, biter for da sweetly
I’m not ya friend man!
I’m tryna touch a billion 
You either addin or subtractin..
To Davision  yea yea

I don’t know nun deez nigga
Ain’t tryna be cool wit um
operate just like business 
They gotta show me my percentage
Show me my commission
I don’t play bout it nigga 
Ima BOSS and you pussy nigga 

Illuminate in darkness
I shin when the lights dim
All that pressure on ya boi
Made me a fuckin king pen
Bout dat SD shit nigga
We do like zero playin
I do zero gamin
Nigga fuck round wit da business
We pencil erasin
Wit no hesitation 
You know where to find me pussy nigga!
205 my location!
I drop a dot if you need it!
nigga I ain’t never playin
Yea I was born in darkness 
But I’m never hiding….

[Chorus] 
I come and vibe, vibe’n
I Solo ridin, I’m ridin
We Quick 2 strike, no lackin
No hesi, hesi, hesi, 
Like come and vibe

NO HESI

I was 13 finesse’n pop tarts out Walmart 
14 momma kicked out, that shit there hurt me
15 Skoo gave dat strap he said “shoot dat bitch you can’t be pussy nigga wit a gun”
16 that assault and battery…
Tk been step’n some shit with pedigree…
I was 17 with a felony…
Man that youth detention shit made me
18, I was tryna be better me 
I was 19 screaming rip…
It’s still LLK till the death of me
I was 20 when my brotha put that knife in me 
Its still Tk blood stains on concrete 
It’s still SDG shit till infinity 
Aye Mf a dap up you the enemy 
I’m a real nigga in the flesh till the death of me

Bestie I owe you an apology….
she said “Christian don’t chu play wit me”
My lil 21, she gave her heart to me 
Bestie I owe you an apology…
Real nigga yeah to the death of me
Swear that love shit….
oh it was hard for me

I was 13 finesse’n pop tarts out Walmart 
14 momma kicked out, that shit there hurt me
15 Skoo gave dat strap he said “shoot dat bitch you can’t be pussy nigga wit a gun”
16 that assault and battery…
Tk been step’n some shit with pedigree…
I was 17 with a felony…
Man that youth detention shit made me
18, I was tryna be better me 
I was 19 screaming rip…
It’s still LLK till the death of me
I was 20 when my brotha put that knife in me 
Its still Tk blood stains on concrete 
It’s still SD shit till infinity 
Aye Mf a dap up you the enemy 
I’m a real nigga in the flesh till the death of me

Tk STORY

Tk real talks 
Can I vent dawg
I was kicking shit yeh, in my rebox
I just, I just bout stocks
And we keep feasting off the plate till we Elon
I Beat box up then I slow it down 
Bae I’m not like nun of them, kno I don’t Xbox
Yeh,
You can play it how you want to, got the bag now
Tk balling like Lebron be in the playoffs
Told her “look me in my eyes and stick yo tongue out” 
She was doing all that talking now she got lockjaw’d
I fuck her socks off
I beat it face down 
You can’t play round with big papi I’m big dawg
I was just broke about while ago, no hand outs
I had played my role to win they was talking down 
Like "what chu talking about"
Like "What chu talking now" 
"Damn that silence loud"
"Yeh this the turned around" 
"Yeh you had that money then but now you broke now"
I elevate this bitch to six like its a touchdown
And we was down bad for min but we up now

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