Yeah Jet Life, Jet Life You should be rollin' up by now Locate your lighters Uh Knowing I'ma look cool in them black and white pictures when they talk about Underground rappers getting high and making history I'm sick and tired of these niggas claiming that they as sick as me They lying, I checked your chart, your file saying you soft Something fishy, ho nigga, you more bass then boss Off the boat, small fries and stowaways get tossed Can't party on the shore with us, fool Get your floaties up, kiddy pool, niggas ain't really that cool Can't follow these moves, you need more expensive shoes Working out, smoking strong on a week long cruise Bonfire with these bitches, singing songs to the Moon Too high to judge Call my ex bitch who did that foul shit, fuck her brains out, and settle the grudge Back shot revenge style, ain't no love Light grub, roll up after a quick scrub Cover my tracks, don't let my bitch know where I was Sticking to the script, though I'm improvising a bit Same as my OGs, but I put the Jets in the mix Classic like Eddie Murphy's SNL skits Deadstock, tissue in the box, elephant print On my Flint 13s, no retro, 3M reflective Your bitch type reckless in my DM's Sexting, trying to see him Smoke a J where he being But I've got no time for company I'm building one of them, honey I know that's why you want me Success is my cologne, I spray that bottle all on me Yeah