[Intro] He looks determined, without being ruthless Something heroic in his manor (Yup, Yup) There's a courage about him, doesn't look like a k**er (Yeah, Yeah) Comes across so calm Act's like he has a dream (At the drop spot every morning) Full of pa**ion (More keys than you could want) You don't trust me huh? You know why (Doing it for fun) I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway (Do what I want) (Yeah, yeah) (Do it cause I want) (Do it cause you don't) (cause you won't) [Verse] Uh, marbled [?] Sliding out the 'Rarri Smoke a zip with the young k**ers outside the party Don't get stole, soul snatched from your body Talk slick to strapped n***as, knowing you ain't got it Tried to school em, this is drug dealer college That logic, could bring you profit if you applied it Instead of laying up homie, entertaining gossip I swear some of them n***as need to see the gynecologist Jet Life, this mafia sh** Stashed the Corvette and the luggage set By my one doctor b**h At the drop of a hat, I could hop [?] Plenty stacks from this digital trap Now you see me, now you don't Buying pretty much anything I could want Hustling, like I don't have a home and a studio With the bone, stuffing hella game in these songs I came in the Range with the fog lights on Smoking champagne, only the finest strains You still smoking on that motherf**ing reg strain While I'm running on that 93 octane Audio Dope Man, Dope Man Real as a motherf**er and so is my gold chain Penning that c**aine and you know mane [Outro] You know mane Yeah Weed & Instrumentals Part 2 Yeah Dadada da da Dadada da da Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life