Yeah Yeah Yeah In the grey flannel with the Sade jamming Double antennas on the pink Impala Spent some days planning 'fore we put it in action Gotta make it happen 'cause I'm for sure gon' have it They was just laughing, but I kept mashing Now I've long sped past them to where the cash is Rainy day stashing, don't hustle backwards Blessed to reach underground king status While maintaining relevance for some niggas is a challenge I'ma break it down for you so you understand it Jet Life, bitch, this is what building a brand is Just landed in Miami Louis shorts and some Stan Smiths She picked me up in her Aston, a little bragging 'Bout how it wasn't her man's shit Mama, I ain't even asking, that shit don't matter Just bring me to my homie crib for weed and a Cuban sandwich Put that on the set like moving cameras I put her on the Jet like Louis baggage I wish you niggas had some type of guidance OG used to teach you, when you speak, I can tell you ain't the brightest Why the hell you think I ain't excited? My life is too for real, full of thrills, up and down, so I don't write it They told me: Treat it like chess I Louis V all my luggage, these diamonds mean that I'm blessed I learned a lot from me thugging, this shit can change in a sec' New foreign smashed with the puddles 'cause when it rain, you get wet I took her and bossed her up, it's hard to fuck with the help And most of these niggas kids, I'll beat your ass with a belt I grinded, don't cry at all, I played the hand I was dealt It's entertainment for y'all, they pay me 'cause I'm myself When the Sun set, I talk to God, I'm grateful, my bag secure Me failing? Ain't going broke to my homie furious I'm buying shit for my closet, might never wear it That medicine in me now, I'm feeling cured She told me to fly her out, now she on the Spirit I failed, but I'm still successful, look at the wheels