Weed and Instrumentals 2 Uh, 93 octane to get my mind right 68 wrap frame hoe and it's outside Every day for the cake nigga this Jet Life Rolled on you, before you got a chance to ride I've done it for my side, same as every time Ten toes down, but a nigga sky high Eyes low, but I'm watching profits Portraits of dead presidents There's large face, dollars in my wallet I represent, every where, I lay it down for my partners Grew up how I grew up, they been to places I've been Look out boy on the porch of the crack houses To the mansions with the Porsche's, four door [?] squatting In and out of shit, no time to think about it Hesitating and them niggas on the way to take it Since you playin', niggas will show you who to play with' I done fucked around, made the Bentley my everyday whip Wraith for the weekend, Ferrari my holiday pick Rollin' joints on the ownership papers for all of my shits Sorry, but I'm really not sorry I done killed it, buried it and built a fucking house on it Weed and Instrumentals Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life Jet Life, Jet Life nigga yeah Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life Jet Life, Jet Life nigga yeah