| Jumping
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| Jumping
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| Jumping
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| Jumping, Yeah
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| Jumping
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| Jumping
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| Jumping
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| Jumping, Jumping
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| Jumping, Jumping
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| Got this whole thing
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| Jumping, Jumping
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| Got this whole thing
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| Jumping, Jumping
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| Jumping, Jumping
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| Got this whole thing
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| Jumping, Jumping
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| Got this whole thing
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| Jumping, Jumping
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| They ain’t wanna see us shine
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| They ain’t wanna see us rise
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| They ain’t wanna give us help
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| God said help myself
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| God said what you worried about
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| Acting like I ain’t got you
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| Make the moves mane, shoot the shot boy
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| Guarantee they won’t block it
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| I been trying to take a dead culture and revive it while the vultures nibble at
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| the skeleton
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| They just trying to bottle up my melanin
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| They a kill a prophet to bring profit in
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| I can’t be taking bait
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| I see the hook in the pond, ah yeah
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| I promise I’ll give up this fame
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| Before I get trapped all in your con, ahh yeah
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| Where was you when I ain’t have an number 1
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| Or when I ain’t know where the money coming from
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| Outta here acting like my day one
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| You counted me out on day one
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| I feel like you don’t like the outcome
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| You count the hours till I’m done
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| I got family to feed and they looking at me
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| And I’m looking to God we gone jump jump jump
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| Jumping, Jumping
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| Got this whole thing
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| Jumping, Jumping
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| Got this whole thing
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| Jumping, Jumping
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| But they want us on crutches
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| Jumping, Jumping
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| Got this whole thing
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| Jumping, Jumping
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| Got this whole thing
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| Jumping, Jumping
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| But they want us on crutches
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| Jumping, Jumping
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| Got this whole thing
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| Jumping, Jumping
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| Got this whole thing
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| Jumping, Jumping
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| But they want us on crutches
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| Jumping, Jumping
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| Got this whole thing
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| Jumping, Jumping
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| Got this whole thing
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| Jumping, Jumping
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| But they want us on crutches
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| Some my family real killers
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| Some my family dope dealers
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| I’m just telling all our stories
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| So the world won’t forget us
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| In the church they just want me to speak to suburbia
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| All that ghetto gangsta talk is disturbing us
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| I’m sorry my past and my present offend you
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| Ain’t nothing sweet on the menu
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| Step dad used came home smelling like a trap house
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| My lil homie from the east blllllllldd got shot down
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| I will never sell out, y’all can go on keep your budget
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| I done kept it real from the jump, now we got it jumpin'
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| They look up to me and they ask how I did it
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| I tell em it’s God and as God as my witness
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| I pray that my talent can give away millions
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| To get rid of ghettos where my people living
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| Where all of my children get education
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| And all of my cousins can stop medicating
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| Gotta keep moving I know we gone make it
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| Till then enjoy all these classics I’m making, jumpin'
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| Jumping, Jumping
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| Got this whole thing
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| Jumping, Jumping
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| Got this whole thing
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| Jumping, Jumping
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| But they want us on crutches
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| Jumping, Jumping
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| Got this whole thing
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| Jumping, Jumping
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| Got this whole thing
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| Jumping, Jumping
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| But they want us on crutches
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| Jumping, Jumping
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| Got this whole thing
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| Jumping, Jumping
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| Got this whole thing
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| Jumping, Jumping
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| But they want us on crutches
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| Jumping, Jumping
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| Got this whole thing
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| Jumping, Jumping
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| Got this whole thing
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| Jumping, Jumping
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| But they want us on crutches |