| It’s a little brighter in here than usual
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| Gon' have to smoke a lil' extra, L
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| This Jet Life, don’t scrub, you blot that
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| Flow rugs in the Porsche, I’m out front and got my top back
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| Label me a author, forefounder of lifestyle rap
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| Watching these niggas borrow game
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| Not acknowledging where they got that
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| Though I fall back, let 'em run with that
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| Consider those my rebel kids
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| Clashing with they father figure
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| When they know they wan' be just like him
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| Where might I have been without my pen
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| To scribble about what I done with 'em
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| Girls that I took home last night, Chevys I sat on top them rims
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| I’m good in front of that camera lens, weed smoke when my video spins
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| At her house, rolling up in her boy shorts, my mafia bitch
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| Plotting up, I’m counting up, going for it cause I go and get it
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| So you liable to see her with me, my pockets fat, my tires skinny
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| Loud pack, got a louder engine, 80 large, all Benjamins
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| Vacationing, two nights spending, I ain’t tripping
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| Fool I know how to get that back, homie my triple O showed me that
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| Same thing showed my how to roll them Zags
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| L, L, L, and my reputation precedes me
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| They already know, I keep it capital G, apostrophe D
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| Going hard, making it look easy
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| Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I’m doing it for TV
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| And my reputation precedes me
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| They already know, I keep it capital G, apostrophe D
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| Going hard, making it look easy
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| Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I’m doing it
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| I do it like I’m, L
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| 2 Chainz! |
| Yeah!
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| You know I do it like I’m doing it for do
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| Watch the shoes, ostrich, you know what time it is like two watches
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| My reputation, detonation on destination
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| I separated, elevated: get salutation
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| I’m seldom seen in forest green, foreign machine
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| Dirty South but the engine clean and that pussy clean
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| Criminal thing, a criminal mind
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| I got a pocket full of dead presidents, I’ma bring them alive
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| Riding shotgun, with that K on the side
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| Bitches that I’m done with, let 'em lay on the side
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| Clock on your mind, I’m ahead of your time
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| Hublot transform like Optimus Prime
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| Diamonds on, diamonds off, shawty ass kinda soft
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| Tattoos, lip gloss, pockets on Rick Ross, whoop!
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| I’m fantasizing a tantalizing experience
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| Bitches like photography, I just take a pick
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| L, L, L, and my reputation precedes me
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| They already know, I keep it capital G, apostrophe D
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| Going hard, making it look easy
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| Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I’m doing it for TV
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| And my reputation precedes me
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| They already know, I keep it capital G, apostrophe D
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| Going hard, making it look easy
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| Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I’m doing it
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| I do it like I’m, L
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| I’m up in this, 442 on them Budnik rims
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| Somewhat a pimp, all them gangsta bitches fuck with him
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| Bring duckets in, when records wasn’t really bumping
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| They was in love with him, to see him balling is like drugs to them
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| Mama calling for that Jet to put a reservation in
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| Ain’t concerned where she going 'long as she stay with him
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| They be seeking that foundation, stable niggas with paper
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| I’m all that, but I’m stingy, you ain’t write nan' one of these raps
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| And love, I’m so serious, you might get high from hearin' it
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| Get stupid fly at any event, spray some Ozium in that vent
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| Bring them hoes and tell them shake that shit, send my jail niggas flicks
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| We live it, she love it, in the kitchen, in the oven mitt
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| It’s Jet Life over e’ry bitch
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| And e’ry bitch ass nigga breaking they back tryna take care of them
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| We get high, we laugh at them
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| I swear ain’t no comparin' them to no nigga in my area
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| This Jet Life, no play time, we cut them hoes, you carry them
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| L, L, L, and my reputation precedes me
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| They already know, I keep it capital G, apostrophe D
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| Going hard, making it look easy
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| Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I’m doing it for TV
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| And my reputation precedes me
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| They already know, I keep it capital G, apostrophe D
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| Going hard, making it look easy
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| Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I’m doing it
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| I do it like I’m, L
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| Mama calling for that Jet to put a reservation in
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| Ain’t concerned where she going 'long as she stay with him
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| Mama calling for that Jet to put a reservation in
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| She ain’t concerned where she going 'long as she stay with him
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| They be seeking that foundation, stable niggas with paper
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| I’m all that, but I’m stingy, you ain’t write nan' one of these raps
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| And love, I’m so serious, you might get high from hearin' it
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| Yeah |