[Intro: T.Y.]
You know I had to make another one
Son of a Gangsta Volume 2 n***a
Yea, get yo' mother f**ing mind right
f**ing with that Jet Life
Light up! Run that sh**
[Chorus]
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[Verse 1: T.Y.]
You know I smoke 'em back to back got like 4 lit at once
Try to burn with me than you better not bring yo' lungs
Different types of OG's, b**h you know what we need
Mix it with this music than I guarantee you OD
Son of a Gangsta and look here, as I proceed
To continue to get these duckets and smoke my weed
Higher than a mother f**er that's where it got me
Come on let's be real y'all know you can't stop me
f** a system free my pops out that can
So you could get this money, yo' lil boy now a man
Plays back to back we be making on demand
The highest mother f**er got the joint up in his hand
In my lo lo, ain't no speeding in here we in cruise mode
Flight before I k** it Imma need like 2 of those
Me and Roddy came back with another track
Jets at your mother f**ing neck
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[Verse 2: Young Roddy]
Back when I was T.Y. age I smoked a whole pound
And tell a b**h quick G's up hoes down
I ain't no clown I ain't no code brown
Shawn Michael on a track I hit it with a clothesline
Bet I hold it down, huh
I stay high even at my day job
She say she like it rough a** up face down, uh
Bet on that fool I been through hell and back
b**h I walks like a pimp, talk like a mack
Eat lobster and shrimp I made it out the trap
I'm live out the gutter fool I started out with nothing
Check my stats b**h I balled all summer
Bumpy Johnson in the kitchen how I cook that bu*ter, uh
But this that d-boy talk toting that four pound
sh** this that MJ flow wearing that 4-5
But they want me stay pop like (?)
Never that b**h it's Jets at yo' mother f**ing neck
[Chorus]
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Welcome to the sound
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