Yo should be rolling up by now
Knowing I'm a look
Cool in them
Black and white pictures
When they talk about
Underground rappers
Gettin high and making history
I'm sick and tired these n***az
Claiming 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 store a ways get toss
Can't party on the shore with us fool
Get your floaters up kitty pool n***a's
Ain't really that cool
Can't farther these moves
You need more expensive shoes
Working out smoking strong
On a week long cruise
Bomb fire with theses b**hes
Singing songs to the moon
To high to judge
Call my ex b**h that did foul sh**
f** her brains out and settle the grudge
Back shot revenge style
Ain't no love light gro roll up after a quick scrub
Cover my trace don't let my b**h know where I was
Sticking to the script thought I'm improvising a bit
Same as my old G's but I put the Jets in the mix
Cla**ic like Eddie Murphy SNL skits
Dead stock tissue in the box elephant print
On my flint 13's no retro 3m reflective
Ya b**h tight reckless and my DM'S s**ting tryna see him
Smoke a J where he being but I got no time for company
I'm billing on of them hundred I know that's why you want me success is my cologne I spray that bottle all on me... yea... yea jet life... [fading out]