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Checkered type shit
Yea, the speedometer reads 70 miles per hour
A spoiler is deployed from the
wind resistance, more power
You ain't sat in nothing like once (niggaa)
Fresh the pages of Car & Driver
To the possession of pilots
it in my collection
With the of my shit
bill sheets, documented mileage
Handbook in the console I know about it
Got yo woman wet, she goggles
See me on the set, I'm the picture of
in the flesh, dropping bombs on my rivals
We the JETS
You just motherfucking shoes
Borrowing ya big homie jewelry virals
Never wheeling them cars, standing by them
Not really knowing them broads, standing by them
No first class tickets, you just buy the ones
I'm adding dollars, you
I'm Words With Friends time in-flight wireless
full of condo prices
Marble or granite, islands
Got a out the deal I'm still on the grind
(JET life on niggas yeah)
Got 10 more coming give me some time
(JET life on them yeah)
it all together got something in mind
(JET life on niggas yeah)
Show them than I can tell them they gon feel me
Show better than I can tell em they gon' feel me
Niggas I came up with changing up say gone kill me
If they ever catch me
I dont a fuck, sincerely
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 hands praying for my friend-emies
Only let paper chasers in this vicinity
Can't the JET code without penalty
Even family get let go "Fredo, you me"
I work hard, bloggers thinking that 10 of me
Dropping record after record like bitches slippery
I like nice and I know how to get it
Hustle dumbass, it's not rocket science or Quantum
Get on task fool, til a trillion
Wrote these raps in New and performed them in New Zealand
Word to Pusha T and that's drug dealing
"My God", a feeling

, ceilings
Push button disappearing when the clearing
I'll probably be laid in the enclave, 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 they'll say I'm great