LUPE FIASCO feat GIZZLE - Jump Chords and Lyrics

This song is from the album DROGAS Light(2017), released on 10 February 2017.

Vocals: Lupe Fiasco , Gizzle ,
Producer(s): Soundtrakk,
Writer(s): Lupe Fiasco , Gizzle ,
SongRating: 7/10

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Scale: A Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 75
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
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[INTRO] Am
[VERSE]
Am
Gold medals, them my role models
Am
Rollin' old models, lowered old schools
Am
Flowin' cold and goin' gold follows
Am
Flower bearin', call it petals to the floor
Am
Power sharin', call it devils to the door
Am
Power, power, 'til ain't no devils anymore
Am
Flower, flowers, 
Am
they be droppin' at the feet of my sun
Am
Move a thousand miles per hour 
Am
down the street of my slum
Am
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
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Am
It was little Susie Uzi, 
Am
she sold crack and was a killer
Am
All bitch dope tip, wasn't trappin' with no niggas
Am
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Am
Her influence fully automatic, 
Am
crackin' off the Richter, yeah

Am
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
Am
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Am
Told me, out here in the streets, 
Am
she ain't have no competition
Am
And with me up on them beats, 
Am
then we shared the same description
Am
With a blunt between her lips, 
Am
she said, "Now here's my proposition:
Am
You just write a bunch of raps for me 
Am
and I'ma go and spit 'em
Am
Then we take 'em to the radio, 
Am
the DJ better spin 'em
Am
Then we take 'em to the record store 
Am
and sell a couple million"

[HOOK]
Am
I already got the money, already got the bitches
Am
I see these other niggas, I'ma do it how they did it
Am
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Am
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

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[VERSE]
Am
Tell me call up Soundtrakk, 
Am
have him send a couple beats
Am
Not that "Superstar" shit, 
Am
she wanted somethin' for the streets
Am
Said it might take 'bout a month, 
Am
she said it better take a week
Am
Gave my arm a little punch and 
Am
then she pointed at her heat
Am
Said, "I saw that thing the first time, 
Am
you don't gotta do it twice
Am
But I need a lil' more info on exactly what I write
Am
Some details 'bout a female, 
Am
'bout your life and what you like"
Am
She said, "My life is like a bitch, 
Am
and I'm just like my life"
Am
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, 
Am
yeah them niggas started bussin'
Am
Like that boycott was over 
Am
and that we had overcome it
Am
She said, "Nigga hit the gas," 
Am
went from zero to a hunnid
Am
Now we runnin' from some killers, 
Am
I was so sick to my stomach
Am
She was hangin' out the window 
Am
with that thumper she was dumpin'
Am
Had a look upon her face that 
Am
made me think that she was cummin'
Am
We was swervin', jumped the curb
Am
And ditched the whip and started runnin'
Am
Tried to jump over a wall, 
Am
but it was a little tall
Am
So we ducked behind a bush 
Am
and that's how we got overlooked
Am
I was shook and breathin' hard
Am
And she was sittin' there smokin' kush
Am
Then we both started to glow, 
Am
we looked around like "What is this?"
Am
And then we looked up and a light came down
Am
And pulled us to a ship, like, "What the fuck?"

[HOOK]
Am
I already got the money, already got the bitches
Am
I see these other niggas, I'ma do it how they did it
Am
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Am
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[VERSE]
Am
Well now this the shit I'm talkin' 'bout, 
Am
the shit that I've been on
Am
Yeah lightyears outer space, 
Am
but still a bitch feel right at home
Am
Now where the bitches?
Am
Get them intergalactic asses to clappin'
Am
Break down some of that candy 
Am
and roll it up in a wrapper for a rapper
Am
Now I could never go back to trappin'
Am
And who needs Atlanta when you're on 
Am
Saturn gettin' a lapdance
Am
With a lit match in your left hand, 
Am
and your right hand is a gas can
Am
And at any given moment, 
Am
I could burn this shit up
Am
Why you standin' there just lookin', 
Am
nigga? Turn that shit up
Am
Hop in some of this alien pussy, 
Am
let me know how it work
Am
I'm just sayin', I'm gon' be there
Am
and I ain't in no rush
Am
Nah, nigga, nah nigga
Am
I ain't in no rush

[VERSE]
Am
Ayy I thought you couldn't rap, 
Am
when'd you learn how to do that?
Am
Then what you need me for 
Am
if you already know how to flow?
Am
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, 
Am
wouldn't even be in this ho
Am
If you told me from the jump 
Am
we wouldn't be on this UFO
Am
But I think that I can fly us, 
Am
stole a key so I can try it
Am
Never thought that 
Am
I would ever be a flyin' saucer pilot
Am
But first thing's gon' be first, 
Am
when we get back to that earth
Am
I'ma go back to them raps and 
Am
you can go back to that work, nigga

[HOOK]
Am
I already got the money, already got the bitches
Am
I see these other niggas, I'ma do it how they did it
Am
Nigga we're goin' home, home!
Am
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Am
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen
Am
You can kill me, I don't care—No!

[OUTRO]
Am
Ayy look, the basic thing is, 
Am
you can do whatever you wanna do. 
Am
Like I ain't 'bout to pass up on all this shit, 
Am
you see this? Like we time jumpin' and shit. 
Am
You wanna go back and do what, just rap? 
Am
You can rap up here!
Am
Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can't, nigga, 
Am
this is space. You can't, fuck that, 
Am
we goin' home. DROGAS!
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