[Intro: Bump J]

Durk, keep doing what you doing for the city and the streets my nigga

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 niggas heard me on the mic

Heard you cakes got all the cake, and nigga, 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 niggas 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