Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, long as it lasts, I'm in this coupe dash Pursuin' cash, foot on the gas Pedal to the floor, another score, another bag Pull up on my bitch, after I pull up, what I grab Yeah yeah, livin' like that Tell the homies meet me at the pad Got somethin' for you, a little bit that I had stashed Never run out on we have Pour the drank like the gas, yeah Long as it lasts In this coupe in pursuit of the cash, yeah Pedal to the floor, uh, another score, another bag Drove four cars to the event, I know it didn't make sense But I had to make a statement, show 'em that I'm not the one to play with Underground sounds from the pavement Made it, major paper without tap dancing for them majors But we sat down at the same table I never changed angles They gotta take it how I gave it Without radio station rotation in our home location I'm still skatin', ridin' race, had low riders on Dayton Return of the real, they been anticipating But we been here the whole time Baby in the cut waitin', wrappin' up these bales, duct tapin' The trap advisor brung a fishscale so we can weigh it OG style, 1991, Nike sweatsuits and submachine guns Answer no questions when them motherfuckers come Long as it lasts I'm in this coupe in pursuit of the cash Pedal to the floor, another score, another bag Pull up on my bitch, after I pull up, what I grab, yeah Told the homies meet me at the pad Put somethin' aside, a little bit that I had stashed Never run out of this shit that we have Tell the shooters they can put down the MAC's But them youngins still stay ready to blast, yeah Yeah, this feel like King James when he went back to Cleveland I used to pass the rock like I'm Steve Nash I'm killin' this game without no ski mask Board the jet, I brought my passport and my G pass My nerves bad, I told my bro to hit the weed man This ain't no game, this ain't no freeze tag, and ain't shit for free man We all want to dream Smokin' on that heat man, was taught to keep it G man I stack G's, I'm a young OG Born in the city where them boys play for keeps Rollie shinin', we started off at the bottom Like O-Dawg, I take your life for the squadron Ridin' 'til the tires flat, runnin' rook like a running back Same hoes who curved a nigga, now they want some holler back Never that, white girl, I pedal that Free Tig, he done been through hell and back Blow it all and make it back, pussy good, I double back JetLyfe 'til my next nigga, life