(Here's a fuse)
Yep
Keep the E in it
Chevys on switches, smoking weed in it
Eastside all mine
(Damn it, Bobby, this just ain't right)
It's crazy how
Niggas get loud when it's ladies 'round
Empty wagons, ain't puttin' no paper down
Roll one, Jerm cooked up eighty styles
Display 'em in the cut, I filet 'em
Ain't no debating
I be on these tracks skating
If you don't acknowledge that, then you hating
Or you dead slick
Walking in these Icecream boutique museum feet pieces
I don't buy 'em and hide 'em, I wear my sneakers
Washin' lowriders in some Tiffany Dunks and creased 'em
A player had 'em on, so the value increases
Hide behind gates
'Cause I have what it take
Welcome to the Jet Life estates
Top shelf, cooking good supper plates
It's Good Friday every day where I stay
Stuck in this life forever
The more things change, the more they stay the same
They still look up to the planes
Jet Life on the plates, diamonds spell it on my chain
Swear I'm colder then I ever been
Stuck in this life forever
The more things change, the more they stay the same
They still look up to the planes
Jet Life on the plates, diamonds spell it on my chain
Swear I'm colder then I ever been
Nigga
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