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

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