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Checkered flag shit
Yea, when the speedometer reads 70 miles per
A spoiler is deployed from the
Less wind resistance, more
You ain't sat in nothing like this (niggaa)
Fresh from the pages of Car &
To the possession of pilots
File it in my
the rest of my shit
Up-to-date sheets, documented mileage
Handbook in the I know everything about it
Got yo wet, she need goggles
See me on the set, I'm the picture of
Live in the flesh, dropping on my rivals
We the motherfucking
You just motherfucking shoes
ya big homie jewelry shooting virals
Never wheeling them cars, just standing by
Not really knowing them broads, just by them
No first class tickets, you just buy the ones
I'm adding dollars, you
I'm Words With Friends whole time wireless
full of condo prices
Marble or granite, islands
Got a mill out the deal I'm still on the
(JET life on these yeah)
Got 10 more coming just give me time
(JET life on bitches yeah)
Putting it all together got in mind
(JET on them niggas yeah)
Show them than I can tell them they gon feel me
them better than I can tell em they gon' feel me
Niggas I came up with up say they gone kill me
If they ever catch me
I dont give a fuck,
I know they emotional, they love me, they fear me
They like my women, see me steering, wish they was in it
Jealousy, just feeding em energy
I put my hands together praying for my
Only let paper chasers dwell in this
Can't the JET code without penalty
Even get let go "Fredo, you killing me"
I hard, bloggers thinking that it's 10 of me
Dropping record record like them bitches slippery
I nice shit and I know how to get it
Hustle dumbass, not rocket science or Quantum Physics
Get on fool, Trap til a trillion
Wrote these raps in New Orleans and them in New Zealand
to Pusha T and that's legal drug dealing
"My God", what a

, ceilings
Push disappearing when the drizzle clearing
I'll probably be in the enclave, until then
Jet miss in the kitchen grilling up
It'll like Ruth's Chris in a minute fool, you want a plate?
The hero unsung when I'm they'll say I'm great