[Intro]
Looking for someone down the line
But no one will be there to see it through
Fuck all y'all
Yeah
Lames catch feelings
We catch flights
Fool
Yeah
You should be rollin' up by now
Locate your lighters
Yeah
[Verse]
Shelter from the rain in a parked car
Chopping game, modifying my slangs
Fog lights in the grill, in Negril whippin' the '96 Range
It's insane how fast they let you drive in them narrow lanes
My independence remain
'Cause I ain't working for the radio station like Martin Payne
I grind and maintain my peace of mind
Almost lost it once on the line, but see that I found it just in time
A mercenary killer, paid for bringin' death to these wack niggas
You call them raps? That's why them labels never called you back
Pimpin', yeah, jack, Spitta snap, long flight
Turbulence bad, baggage claim tags, car service rolling grass
007, but I ain't talking agents
Two ounces and seven grams, my nigga, we still blazing
You uneasy in my presence, dumb questions, dumber statements
I'm on a whole 'nother level, roof terrace, you the basement
Couldn't gain possession, them haters couldn't take it
Can't see me 'less you sleeping, nigga, Freddy vs. Jason
Snoozing on a jet movement, your worst nightmare in the making
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, yeah
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