[Intro]
Yah, yah, yah
Jump, jump, yah, yah
Yah, yah, yah
Jump, jump, yah, yah
Yah, yah, yah
Jump, jump, yah, yah
(Tho-tho-tho-tho-Thomas Cragher)
Yah, yah, yah, yah!
[Verse 1]
Horizon Gang done came through
I'ma big boss like Maybru
Better make way 'fore I make you
You was sleepin' on us, now I wake you
Gotta give me props 'cause they due
All my day ones ain't stay true
That is why I ain't down with the same crew
Mask off when I jump outta face, ou
Come up of grace, ouuuu
Periegá, no Mace Blue, I amaze you
After raising the bar, I'ma raise you
With a squad that is full of day twos
I put you on sketch and erase you
My homie TMaster told me: "let no bitches phase you, my nigga you way true"
Now I prep greatness to await you
Take shots then popo drop
I'm 663, 2415, Nthosko God
My eye on the prize, and one on a shawty rolling with the So-called Squad
I do this for magogo, saan
Gimmie my cash on a EFT like I'm grinding with Soko, I
I put my city on a topograph, the map of the East
I'm in the land with the kings, I
Flex on my hand, on my wrist, my
Gang is a band of the beast, I
Open to heaven and sell all the keys
Spend all the g's on the brand of my kicks
High off the tree 'til I land on your kicks, Lord!
[Hook]
High up the sac, I don't land though
Wanna pull up and jump out a Benzo
Whole squad dressed up: camo
And the style saucy like Nandos
Shottie whip it on the dance floor
I make money moves, I don't dance though
You better than us? Not a chance, no
Watch the cash flow
[Chorus]
I'm ready to jump out the 12th floor
I'm ready to jump out the 12th floor
I'm ready to jump out the 12th floor, yah, yah, jump!
I'm ready to jump out the 12th floor
I'm ready to jump out the 12th floor
I'm ready to jump out the 12th floor, yah, yah, yah, jump out the 12th floor
[Verse 2]
Horizon Gang done came up
Me no conversate with you fake fucks
I need eight Glocks, for the main squad
Fuck the haters, they still praise us
Wanna feature me? Better pay up
I ain't famous, but ain't low neither
Blind soul, nigga, like Ray Charles
Niggas hate us 'cause they ain't us
Picasso vision when they paint us
On a hieroglyphic with the same gods that you bow to
I ain't 'bout to waste time running the same block
The struggle we go through shape us
Homie, you can never feel my pain, nah
'Cause you never been caught up in hunger or suffered to hoping for shit that you ain't got
Killin' myself on a balcony
You niggas got game? That's a irony
Fresh to death, I could die of these mad kicks that I want for keeps
Jordan kicks and Nike brands
Banana clips on a prime stand
My stunners flip on a night stand
Got a hell of a clique you won't fight back
Killow Chainz got the style fam
I got Reeno jumping on a hypeman
I got YG Dynamo on mic stands
And my homie Dee Tee got the right plan
So fuck what you think about my clan
If it's money on deck, we alright fam
We comin' glory it's better you get out the way, that's a word of advice, yeah!
[Hook]
High up the sac, I don't land though
Wanna pull up and jump out a Benzo
Whole squad dressed up: camo
And the style saucy like Nandos
Shottie whip it on the dance floor
I make money moves, I don't dance though
You better than us? Not a chance, no
Watch the cash flow
[Chorus]
I'm ready to jump out the 12th floor
I'm ready to jump out the 12th floor
I'm ready to jump out the 12th floor, yah, yah, jump!
I'm ready to jump out the 12th floor
I'm ready to jump out the 12th floor
I'm ready to jump out the 12th floor, yah, yah, yah, jump out the 12th floor
Yah, yah, yah
Jump, jump, yah, yah
Yah, yah, yah
Jump, jump, yah, yah
Yah, yah, yah
Jump, jump, yah, yah
(Tho-tho-tho-tho-Thomas Cragher)
Yah, yah, yah, yah!
[Verse 1]
Horizon Gang done came through
I'ma big boss like Maybru
Better make way 'fore I make you
You was sleepin' on us, now I wake you
Gotta give me props 'cause they due
All my day ones ain't stay true
That is why I ain't down with the same crew
Mask off when I jump outta face, ou
Come up of grace, ouuuu
Periegá, no Mace Blue, I amaze you
After raising the bar, I'ma raise you
With a squad that is full of day twos
I put you on sketch and erase you
My homie TMaster told me: "let no bitches phase you, my nigga you way true"
Now I prep greatness to await you
Take shots then popo drop
I'm 663, 2415, Nthosko God
My eye on the prize, and one on a shawty rolling with the So-called Squad
I do this for magogo, saan
Gimmie my cash on a EFT like I'm grinding with Soko, I
I put my city on a topograph, the map of the East
I'm in the land with the kings, I
Flex on my hand, on my wrist, my
Gang is a band of the beast, I
Open to heaven and sell all the keys
Spend all the g's on the brand of my kicks
High off the tree 'til I land on your kicks, Lord!
[Hook]
High up the sac, I don't land though
Wanna pull up and jump out a Benzo
Whole squad dressed up: camo
And the style saucy like Nandos
Shottie whip it on the dance floor
I make money moves, I don't dance though
You better than us? Not a chance, no
Watch the cash flow
[Chorus]
I'm ready to jump out the 12th floor
I'm ready to jump out the 12th floor
I'm ready to jump out the 12th floor, yah, yah, jump!
I'm ready to jump out the 12th floor
I'm ready to jump out the 12th floor
I'm ready to jump out the 12th floor, yah, yah, yah, jump out the 12th floor
[Verse 2]
Horizon Gang done came up
Me no conversate with you fake fucks
I need eight Glocks, for the main squad
Fuck the haters, they still praise us
Wanna feature me? Better pay up
I ain't famous, but ain't low neither
Blind soul, nigga, like Ray Charles
Niggas hate us 'cause they ain't us
Picasso vision when they paint us
On a hieroglyphic with the same gods that you bow to
I ain't 'bout to waste time running the same block
The struggle we go through shape us
Homie, you can never feel my pain, nah
'Cause you never been caught up in hunger or suffered to hoping for shit that you ain't got
Killin' myself on a balcony
You niggas got game? That's a irony
Fresh to death, I could die of these mad kicks that I want for keeps
Jordan kicks and Nike brands
Banana clips on a prime stand
My stunners flip on a night stand
Got a hell of a clique you won't fight back
Killow Chainz got the style fam
I got Reeno jumping on a hypeman
I got YG Dynamo on mic stands
And my homie Dee Tee got the right plan
So fuck what you think about my clan
If it's money on deck, we alright fam
We comin' glory it's better you get out the way, that's a word of advice, yeah!
[Hook]
High up the sac, I don't land though
Wanna pull up and jump out a Benzo
Whole squad dressed up: camo
And the style saucy like Nandos
Shottie whip it on the dance floor
I make money moves, I don't dance though
You better than us? Not a chance, no
Watch the cash flow
[Chorus]
I'm ready to jump out the 12th floor
I'm ready to jump out the 12th floor
I'm ready to jump out the 12th floor, yah, yah, jump!
I'm ready to jump out the 12th floor
I'm ready to jump out the 12th floor
I'm ready to jump out the 12th floor, yah, yah, yah, jump out the 12th floor
( Raxion Stance )
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