| They catch feelings, we catch flights
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| JET Life
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| Yeah
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| Flyer than delta, I can help ya
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| Get your weight up, turn them dreams into paper, yeah
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| Flyer than delta, I can help ya
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| Get your weight up, ho’s reaching for the wings, we don’t save 'em no
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| Flyer than delta, I can help ya
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| Get your weight up, turn them dreams into paper, yeah
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| I can help ya, ho’s reaching for the wings but we don’t
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| Not do I love them ho’s, hell no
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| Now soak that G game, lace it up like some shell toes
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| Of all in a laws bumping Jym Crow
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| Baby’s Mama drama featuring Too Short, in a super sport
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| All sorts of bitches have payed sky boxes
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| Just witness my weed stash, I’m sitting on grass like a picnic
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| And I’m not stingy with it bitch, this that rapper weed though, with caution
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| you should hit it
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| JETS nigga multiply, like midnight snacking gremlins
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| Or hundred spoke chrome wide spinning
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| That gives my baby the high way of play pen
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| Ride past the spot where its popping but ain’t no stopping
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| As my popularity gain, more haters go to plotting
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| They watching I dont worry, I see the trap they set for me
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| 20 20 no chinky and sour diesel blurry
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| Vodka in my Hawaiian punch, yeah that’s the fist of fury
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| Murder the track and play it back for the jury, hell
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| Flyer than delta, I can help ya
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| Get your weight up, turn them dreams into paper, yeah
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| Flyer than delta, I can help ya
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| Get your weight up, ho’s reaching for the wings, we dont save 'em no
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| Flyer than delta, I can help ya
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| Get your weight up, turn them dreams into paper, yeah
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| Flyer than delta, I can help ya
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| Get your weight up, ho’s reaching for the wings, we dont save 'em no
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| Rolls gold, color my champagne
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| Changed the game, made The World my main campaign
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| Bomb bitches and bomb weed, its fair game
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| While your main bitch just study my Nike air game
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| She been accustomed to purchase a couple air max customs
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| Nigga picture me bluffin', I gave 'em to my man, I don’t wear 'em
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| Nigga’s be starin' like the wheels on the Bonneville all wheels act accordingly
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| Bape socks keep a nigga walking like, underneath his Jordan Nikes
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| Shit, book a shell then I board a flight
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| Smokin' on this blue dream
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| I can see your moves like a new screen
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| I can dip that Bruce Lee swing
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| I walk past them nigga’s who less G
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| Prolly home wit' ya bitch, ain’t no question that’s me
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| Fuck you talking bout, all them niggas suggest me
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| Light a joint and let that smoke where your chest be, nigga
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| Flyer than delta, I can help ya
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| Get your weight up, turn them dreams into paper, yeah
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| Flyer than delta, I can help ya
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| Get your weight up, ho’s reaching for the wings, we dont save 'em no
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| Flyer than delta, I can help ya
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| Get your weight up, turn them dreams into paper, yeah
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| Flyer than delta, I can help ya
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| Get your weight up, ho’s reaching for the wings, we dont save 'em no
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| Flyer than delta, I can help ya
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| Get your weight up, turn them dreams into paper, yeah
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| Flyer than delta, I can help ya
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| Get your weight up, ho’s reaching for the wings, we dont save 'em no
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| Flyer than delta, I can help ya
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| Get your weight up, turn them dreams into paper, yeah
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| Flyer than delta, I can help ya
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| Get your weight up, ho’s reaching for the wings, we dont save 'em no |