It's like that and as a matter of fact I'm right back Cause I never hesitate to act a fool on these tracks My homies be hoggin me on tha jet like damn fool why you killin beats like that I'm jus rappin my life Hit tha studo in tha morning talk about what happened last night Adventures on Candy Island Bitches whilin while I'm jus smokin kush bubba Me and captain Knuckes until I can think of somethin to do Hit tha street bring F.S. tees to high class boutiques Collect cheese and smash out Star struck shopper, shauty almost passed out OG status Daddy told me it was passed down By bosses who was doin they thing but they not here now Respect I earned Jus ask how Tha world learnin what tha jets bout Jus about tha best out Spitta [Chorus:] Guess I be left alone when I'm restin in my throne Writin that excitin You upset cause yo girl like it Guess I be left alone when I'm restin in my throne Letters etched in stone Restin next to my bones Guess I be left alone when I'm resin in my throne Writin that excitin You upset cause yo girl like it I guess I'm a physic I told you that I would do it Credit Spitta for reppin New Orleans hard in his music Pretty bitties runnin round in they unmentionables Some things are just untwitterable Suckas lookin for company they miserable Spinnin on these bitches Wheel of fortune as niggas Them hoes don't think you boss They think you soft She passenger twistin, while I'm paddle shiftin the porsche My boat shoes and argyle socks Polo sport 96, 98 style diggin in tha crate clown Can't label my flavor Can't categorize my fly jet set behavior I push a SS Paint now and later I pull of capers With stealth technology off radar Hello kitty, good bye hater She caught in the moment, you can't save her Eyes like red beam lasers on tha flight I'm takin Opportunist, I can show you what makin moves is I live through it, I show you what payin dues is Real recognized, real I never seen you kid Homeboy who you is We tha Jets and this is tha set we claim dat Get money fuck bitches to death In front tha club smoked out All of us in the vettes We came back to back for two blocks back Speed vision Livin drunk, women, loud engines all on my cloud pimpin [Chorus]