[Intro]
(You a fool for this one)
[Hook]
Still the same n***a from the jump (from the jump...)
Too much money ain't no such thing as enough (no)
You already knew what it was from the jump (from the jump..)
Told you what it was from the jump
Please don't pull up if don't you wanna f**
From the jump, from the jump
Still the same old n***a from the jump
From the jump, from the jump
Told you what it was from the jump
From the jump, from the jump
Still running with the same n***as from the jump
From the jump, from the jump
Only thing different is the b**hes from the jump
[Verse 1]
Aye, since jump street I been in jump man (new J's)
Four chains on, bet I won't top that
Jump stupid, I'mma have to k** a dumb man
Creep into your crib late at night like romance (shh..)
And shout to your b**h, she a jump ball
Had her at the spot last night playing jump ball (doin' what?)
Talkin to her while I'm bussin
Like I'm Bryant Pumper
Young rich n***a, in the field, shootin jumper
b**h-b**h face hunneds I be throwin through
Til their mind blown out your jump suit
Tell the chopper make the whole block jump too
Like Kris Kross, get knocked out playin wit the big dogs
For the guap n***as cut, though
They don't really give a f**, though
They'll run up in your spot, hot, lookin for the blocks
And tie your a** up with a jump rope
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Still the same n***a from the jump
Still riding around with the pump
Still hot as f**
First I wasn't eatin, now a n***a full as f**
Same old n***a wit a get money gut (ya dig?)
Same young n***a (doin what?)
Runnin round with drug dealers (doin what?)
In the midst of real k**ers (who you?)
Young rich n***a might pull up in a Fisker (errr..)
Til we made it out the bottle
Polka dot pistol
Man, I hate to red dot 'em
One shot 'em
Scope on the chopper
n***a better play possum
Oh sh**, uh oh, man down, young chapo
All the same sh** from the jump
Young n***a made a mill off of humps
(Scrap, what it do n***a?)
And I'm still on the grind
Still skip the line
Walking in the club with the baby nine
[Hook]