Yeah Yeah We gon' hit the ground runnin' Uh Raise your tray tables Roll your seatbacks up Uh, on a mission and I'm fishin' for my nigga Ski Beatz Pull up on the block, left my Chevy on three Love the whole city, but I was born in the East Got a lot of homeboys, rest in peace Got a lot of homeboys I won't see free True to the game, said, "Free my nigga C, the homie B.G." Saying welcome home to Mac and my homie from the beach My nigga G Style from 19th street Jet Life nigga, hella ice on me All mine, nothing 'bout me phony Might win a Tony Award for this play I pulled off on a ho who just chose me New to it, baby girl so green We gon' make more dough than that whole scene John Coltrane and my Mulsanne green Yeah, on a mission and I'm fishin' for my nigga Ski Beatz Pull up in that Chevy, left it sitting on threes Love my whole city, I was born in the East Got a lot of homeboys, rest in peace Got a lot of homeboys I won't see free Got a lot of homeboys still in the street Scramblin' for cheese I just wanna see 'em all high and ballin' like me Twelve bottles to a box, that's a case We gon' need a motherfuckin' crate Everybody in attendance, take a bottle to the face I'ma show you how to celebrate Jet Life, just when you niggas thought it was safe To play games on the runway We come through, you get dunked on in the paint by the top rank You cannot hang, fuck what your homies think They just gassing you, so behind your back, they can laugh at you When you come at us, just asking to get massacred Lyrical analyst Thought I was too stoned to present that challenging shit Now they tuning into my Pandora channels and Scrambling to gather all of my classic shit Realize that that boy could rap a lil' bit Even thought I don't give a fuck and I'm always high on a bitch Yeah, on a mission and my fishin' for my nigga Ski Beatz Pull up in that Chevy, left it sitting on threes Love my whole city, I was born in the East Got a lot of homeboys, rest in peace Got a lot of homeboys I won't see free Got a lot of homeboys still in the street Scramblin' for cheese I just wanna see 'em all high and ballin' like me C-Style, yeah, yeah 19th street, yeah, yeah Won't see my niggas free, yeah