[Intro: Jim Jones]
Uh (VL)
Knock the head off, the body gon' drop (fax me that)
Huh, simple math (shit)
We out here though (that's 100%)
Got some young boys that'll pull up on you, any time of day if need to (say that, that)
But I ain't here for that (not at all)
We tryin' to stay positive (Astaghfirullah, akhi)
If you don't fuck around (Dougie On The Beat)
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
If we knock the head off, body fall deep
I just popped a Xanax, help me fall asleep
Lookin' at you crazy, like how you cross me
Years of my life, what the streets cost me
Don't follow us, I got some killers in New York that drive to Baltimore
And if they paid to do a kill, they gon slaughter for it
And I love my savages
We in the city making all the noise
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Jones!
Arm legga legga, fuck it bust at the head
I'd steal from bodegas when we would hustle for bread
My man got shot, and he got cuffed to the bed
I watched his mom pray for him, while she was touching his head
Lord is my witness, so I can only spit the truth
Like died with his gun, and he didn't get to shoot
No top all Summer, like he didn't get the roof
We was young, smoking Reefer, blowing heaters off the roof
Now we on planes with the Mac like a laptop
Tryna catch my balance and turbulence when we slap box
Still park them pretty foreign cars from them crack blocks
Give my niggas inspiration, 'cause they still trap
Uh (VL)
Knock the head off, the body gon' drop (fax me that)
Huh, simple math (shit)
We out here though (that's 100%)
Got some young boys that'll pull up on you, any time of day if need to (say that, that)
But I ain't here for that (not at all)
We tryin' to stay positive (Astaghfirullah, akhi)
If you don't fuck around (Dougie On The Beat)
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
If we knock the head off, body fall deep
I just popped a Xanax, help me fall asleep
Lookin' at you crazy, like how you cross me
Years of my life, what the streets cost me
Don't follow us, I got some killers in New York that drive to Baltimore
And if they paid to do a kill, they gon slaughter for it
And I love my savages
We in the city making all the noise
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Jones!
Arm legga legga, fuck it bust at the head
I'd steal from bodegas when we would hustle for bread
My man got shot, and he got cuffed to the bed
I watched his mom pray for him, while she was touching his head
Lord is my witness, so I can only spit the truth
Like died with his gun, and he didn't get to shoot
No top all Summer, like he didn't get the roof
We was young, smoking Reefer, blowing heaters off the roof
Now we on planes with the Mac like a laptop
Tryna catch my balance and turbulence when we slap box
Still park them pretty foreign cars from them crack blocks
Give my niggas inspiration, 'cause they still trap
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