[Intro]
Jet Life, Jet Life
You should be rolling up by now
Locate your lighters
[Verse 1]
Knowing I'mma 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 n***as claiming that they as sick as me
They lying, I checked your chart, your file saying you soft
Something fishy ho n***a, you more ba** 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 n***a's 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 theses b**hes singing songs to the moon
Too high to judge, call my ex b**h
Who did that foul sh**, f** 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 b**h know where I was
Sticking to the script though I'm improvising a bit
Same as my OG's but I put the Jets in the mix
Cla**ic like Eddie Murphy's SNL skits
Dead stock tissue in the box elephant print
On my flint 13's no retro 3M reflective
Ya b**h type reckless in my DM's
Sexting, trying to see 'em
Smoke a J where he being but I 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