| Shit dun changed, and I’mma be the same
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| Never switchin' lanes, it’s why I stay up in the sky
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| Yeah, it’s why I stay up in the sky
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| Oh, it’s why I stay up in the sky
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| Yeah, I fell asleep on the plane
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| Woke up to cameras flashin' and people screamin' my name
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| They seem to think their agendas all hidden but they isn’t
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| I been onto these swindlers for a minute
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| Bad girls at the party bein' tough and drinkin' Guiness
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| Though I’mma play it straight and sip a couple Shirley Temples
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| Low-key with a sober mental, at least until I get to my car
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| I got a joint to spark that’s waitin' in my glove-compartment
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| Got to point to proved personal shit I admit I’m caught in
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| In the end we’ll compare moves and then see who’s the smartest
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| Somewhere between the rich and famous and the starvin' artist
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| I embody that, so I spit which will relate to all them… yeah, fool
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| Yeah, do it the Jet way
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| Put it in the air like I just called the past play
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| Them niggas wasn’t there, they’re just talkin' hear-say
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| Them suckers only in the hood on video days
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| When it’s police barricades and video-tapes
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| Ain’t bein' real, they just bein' real fake
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| I got real-estate, a couple plenty closin' dates, I’m straight
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| I know them haters was like «Homie gon' fall off, just wait»
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| Now they can’t walk in their bitch crib without seein' my face
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| Chalk it up to wrokin' hard and constantly talkin' to God
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| Produce your Jet membership or you cannot come abord
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| We flyin' over you squares, fuckin' checker boards |