Yeah
(Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches) Yeah
(Smokin' weed in it, ho, don't post me in your pictures)
La música de Harry Fraud (If you can keep a secret, we could always)
All of a sudden, it's six million ways to rhyme
It's still six million ways to D-I-E
Could end your career, tweet the wrong shit online
Or get smoked by the double-cross that you ain't see
IRL, in real life, it's scary as hell
Duckin' bullet shells, niggas avoidin' jail
I'm thankful that I put rhymes on the scale
The same one they use to weigh the motherfuckin' whales
Niggas talkin' to me about shit they done
Ain't got nothin' to show, but swear they had a great run
To me, that shit jokes, nigga, I'm up in smoke
I'm in the most expensive car on the lot
Though I work hard like I'm broke 'cause I been there before
Ain't gon' go back no more, on that, me you can quote
Some of the dopest shit I ever wrote
Forty-two bricks on the cigarette boat, yeah
Woah, some of the dopest shit I ever wrote
My corporate partners know this is the dopest shit they ever sponsored
Keep it peace, but if you test, we comin' at your throat
This .40 stunt your growth, this AK'll straighten out your posture
Collect Benjis and Grants and we stack Washingtons
Before I ever got to a dollar, I had hope
From the streets of Philadelphia, nigga, we raised monstrous
Spit real life, that's why I got stripes in the NO, yeah (They know)
Women be choosin', soldiers salute me
Usually ridin' 'round town, movin' with my rounds
Niggas down to spit a round
Pull it, make a nigga have a bowel movement
Motivation when we spit, they gettin' rich, they sellin' bricks to our music
When they do it, hear my influence
Freezer the GOAT, Spitta Andretti, niggas ain't ready for it
Truly, if y'all cross us, we gon' pop the Uzi
We the winners, not the losers, just sit back and watch the movie, nigga
Ah, don't be in a fuckin' rush to get up
Let some of the old people get up and shit, man
You're just gonna stand up and be in the aisle
For like the next three to five minutes anyway
You, right there, I'm lookin', I'm lookin' at you
You, right there, armpit sweat, business pants
You gotta sit down, everybody, y'all get off the plane
Businessman in a rush, fuckin' Diddy Kong Racing
You sit down in your seat and you let everybody get off of here, that's it
So, yeah, everybody, 8/30 to the money, safe flight
Thank you for flyin' with me
Nope, nah, dude, sit down, let everybody off here
Alright, Jet Life
