I bring them things When I pull up they notice me Come and talk to me like Jodeci But don't you be too close to me Them goons you see, let it go for me I bring them things, I bring them things I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things Mucho bitches,

I used to wonder what it feel like But now, I know, achieved the goal I ran the race I won the gold Maybe if I go platinum they'll remember me then I don’t know how but I'mma find a way Feeling like my dream is a world away (You can really do anything,

Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman They just spent like two or three weeks out the country Them boys up to something they just not just bluffing Taliban, Taliban You don't have to call I hit my dance like Usher

I hear them calling for you In the middle of the night when the wolves come out They head straight for your heart Like a bullet in the dark One by one, I take them down We can run and hide, ain't goin' down without a fight They come straight for your

Or trees on the lawn Wind is always there, they're saying it's just air Let it blow through you Don't let it move you Like breeze off the pond What I'd look like trying to hide my life One of those guys, I'm a star, you should keep it low Nuh uh want a

When a fire starts to burn, right, and it starts to spread She gon’ bring that attitude home Don’t wanna do nothing, what they like When a fire starts to When a fire starts

She wears it like a dress Post-traumatic mess And don't sleep, it hurts to be awake The things they make her take Angela, Angela Oh, we don’t speak She stayed an extra week

I done killed so many niggaz in the booth I sell rappers on ebay, Soldiers couldn't cause more disaster on D-Day, Haters better cover up they jaw like freeway, Cause every hit records spit instant like replay, Hold the line I got ya momma on 3-way, Tell

We are the new Americana High on legal marijuana Raised on Biggie and Nirvana Survival of the richest The city's ours until the fall They're Monaco and Hamptons bound But we don't feel like outsiders at all Cigarettes and tiny liquor bottles Just what

Pushing little children, With their fully automatics, They like to push the weak around, They like to push the weak around. Push the weak around, Beyond the Staples Center you can see America, With its tired, poor, avenging disgrace, Peaceful, loving