[Intro: Curren$y]
Yeah
Yeah
Where haven't we
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
You should be rollin' up by now
Yeah
Locate your lighters (Ugh)
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Showin' no signs of lettin' up
Still kick you in the head, like I think you on the verge of gettin' up
No mercy, Cobra Kai, Cobra Commander
Deadly-venom spitting, niggas just a salamander
I'm living a life worthy of capturing on camera
Documented, how one of the last live ones did it
How I rolled up in the drop, how I rolled up that sticky
How I rolled with them women, elegant player
No simpin', how I fucked 'em to sleep
How I rolled up out the building when I was finished, keep it G
Them niggas not original, they muhfuckin' House of Mirrors
Not quite the image, I'm on that Popeye spinach
Mama Mai-Tai sippin', she love a square nigga
But now, she tryin' somethin' different, Windy City Bulls
Mitchell & Ness wool jackets, some sweats, and Scottie Pippens
My description, high off that fuzzy, green prescription
Lyin' if I sayin' that I isn't; if you lookin' for that nigga
I is him, all eyes in this direction, a burden and a blessing
[Interlude: Curren$y & Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, yeah
Ugh
For sure
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Ugh, reporting live from the devil's palace (Yeah)
Breakfast, had two titties, two blunts and a turkey-bacon sandwich (Yuh)
Two seasoned eggs and grape jelly, my hoes stay ready (Ugh)
Pop that pussy then peeled off in my Pontiac on Pirellis
'82 edition, spotless Bonnie squattin' on sixes (Ugh)
Rather be countin' stacks than stuck in the county, washin' the dishes (Nah)
Or washing drawers in the pen (Nah); got two zones of soft and some Hen'
I had go pay the correct correctional officer to walk 'em in (On them)
Bail money on deck, come at my neck (Yeah)
Bless that boy 'cause that same place where him test is where he slept
I issue eternal rest, sign up and be a subscriber (Yeah)
The price of life got so high that I must make sure I stay higher
Stay with the purp out of pee-zo, keep smackin' these geekers' needles
Stay runnin' the rock, just like I play quarterback for the Eagles
Randall, Donovan, or Michael
Fore I picked up this mic, I was hittin' licks with some Lords and did dirt with plenty Disciples
I'm gangbang affiliated (Ugh), federal-investigated, self-educated
All my co-conspirators catchin' cases (Yeah)
I dropped straight out of college, and I majored in home invasion
Believe, I got the balls to clear up all of my altercations
Leave faces with alterations, the closed-casket console (Yeah)
Tryin' to make a million dollars, fuck a million downloads
But if that equal the same, then slice that up and give me my change
I made a lane up in this game, so niggas gon’ remember the name:
Gangsta Gibbs, ho! Two bitches cooking in the crib, ho (Yeah)
Still push a bucket, but I ride it like a Benz, ho (Yeah)
Tryna find a bridge ho, to slangin' raps from slangin' weight (Ugh)
Said that Fred the new-age Brad, bitch, call me Baby Face Killa
[Outro: Freddie Gibbs]
Ugh, ugh
