[Intro: Bump J]
Durk, keep doing what you doing for the city and the streets my n***a
300 days, 300 nights
Chief
Goooon Squad
Solid 400
East side crazy
300 nights, 3 on the rari, 'nother 3 on the ice

[Verse: Bump J]
Durk, keep taking off
Save room for me on the flights
It’s been the minute since these n***as heard me on the mic
Heard you cakes got all the cake, and n***a, we want a slice
Executive suites for the executives
Bullshit, the new crib look like a fortress
Bitches' gorgeous
Tell the waitress we gonna need more cres
Fresh out the feds to the Forbes List
Durk, I hope you recordin' this
Put some pressure on them n***as so they let 'em in
I’m walking out these gates to that Wraith and that F&N
Get out of that water with them sharks, you just a yellow fin
The chopper get to popping, shit like it ain't gon' never end
I ain't your friend, I ain't your man, I ain't your homie
Hit me on these songs, make you feel like you know me
When the shit's getting real, real war with the police
I don’t feel rehabilitated, I’m feeling like you owe me
But you big face hunnids, on that big face rolly
I ball hard in the streets, this rolly is like my trophy