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Checkered flag shit
Yea, the speedometer reads 70 miles per hour
A spoiler is deployed from the
Less wind resistance, power
You ain't sat in nothing like once (niggaa)
Fresh from the pages of Car &
To the possession of pilots
it in my collection
With the of my shit
Up-to-date bill sheets, mileage
Handbook in the console I know everything 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 JETS
You motherfucking clown shoes
Borrowing ya big jewelry shooting virals
Never wheeling them cars, standing by them
Not really them broads, just standing by them
No first class tickets, you buy the stand-by ones
I'm dollars, you admiring
I'm Words Friends whole time in-flight wireless
Email full of prices
or granite, kitchen islands
Got a out the deal I'm still on the grind
(JET on these niggas yeah)
Got 10 more coming give me some time
(JET life on bitches yeah)
Putting it all got something in mind
(JET life on them yeah)
Show them better than I can tell them they gon me
Show better than I can tell em they gon' feel me
I came up with changing up say they gone kill me
If ever catch me slipping
I dont give a fuck,
I know they just emotional, they me, they fear me
They like my women, they see me steering, wish was in it
Jealousy, just feeding em energy
I put my hands praying for my friend-emies
Only let paper chasers dwell in this
Can't the JET code without penalty
Even family get let go "Fredo, you me"
I work hard, thinking that it's 10 of me
Dropping record after record like them slippery
I nice shit and I know how to get it
Hustle dumbass, it's not science or Quantum Physics
Get on fool, Trap til a trillion
Wrote these raps in New Orleans and performed them in New
to Pusha T and that's legal drug dealing
"My God", what a

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