[Verse 1] Mo’ paper, mo’ haters, that’s a known fact That’s why some n***as get on They leave their town they never come back I never done that I understand that position cause stardom make you a target They starving in my city But I’m sliding in that Wraith, angel on the hood I made it on by God’s grace, no enemies made it through Getting high behind them gates Bout to install a fountain in the living room I’m higher than the moon [Chorus] n***as tryna put my game on freeze Small thing to a giant, it’s nothing to me I’m high beneath these palm trees Bout to take over Wall Street n***as tryna put your game on freeze Haters tryna put your game on freeze b**hes tryna put the game on freeze Small thing to a giant, it’s nothing to me n***as tryna put your game on freeze [Verse 2] New studio built, fully equipped I’m up in here round the clock wrapping bricks Me and Rich on the quest like Johnny and Hadji Coupe Maserati, cop that for my downest mami’s You never see me drive it Ferrari shorty but I’m always low riding b**hes like to see G’s hit switches My life is exciting, my life is enticing Feds building [?] and files about me But I’m straight you know my paper got me [Chorus] Haters tryna put your game on freeze n***as tryna put your game on freeze Haters tryna put your game on freeze b**hes tryna put the game on freeze Jet Life, Jet Life Jet Life, n***a yea Jet Life