Yeah
Jet Life, Jet Life
You should be rollin' up by now
Locate your lighters
Uh
Knowing I'ma look cool in them black and white pictures when they talk about
Underground rappers getting high and making history
I'm sick and tired of these niggas claiming that they as sick as me
They lying, I checked your chart, your file saying you soft
Something fishy, ho nigga, you more bass then boss
Off the boat, small fries and stowaways get tossed
Can't party on the shore with us, fool
Get your floaties up, kiddy pool, niggas ain't really that cool
Can't follow these moves, you need more expensive shoes
Working out, smoking strong on a week long cruise
Bonfire with these bitches, singing songs to the moon
Too high to judge
Call my ex bitch who did that foul shit, fuck her brains out, and settle the grudge
Back shot revenge style, ain't no love
Light grub, roll up after a quick scrub
Cover my tracks, don't let my bitch know where I was
Sticking to the script, though I'm improvising a bit
Same as my OGs, but I put the Jets in the mix
Classic like Eddie Murphy's SNL skits
Deadstock, tissue in the box, elephant print
On my Flint 13s, no retro, 3M reflective
Your bitch type reckless in my DM's
Sexting, trying to see him
Smoke a J where he being
But I've got no time for company
I'm building one of them, honey
I know that's why you want me
Success is my cologne, I spray that bottle all on me
Yeah
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