Yeah Yeah Yeah yeah Wasting no time 2017 Weed and Instrumentals 3 Everybody on the grind Jet Life Yeah yeah Yeah yeah Adidas track pants, pockets stuffed like fifty grand Diamond wrist band, perpetual second hands Highed up never land, took a stand Me and the fam never ever going broke again Pac hits to champagne Blue ounces of smoke to the wind We the underground champions that be down toast your man Lift them glasses Designated driver bring my party goers home in S classes That's classic Andretti, them buys classic Jet Life family Don't become a casualty fucking with the faculty Rap hustlers getting endorsements like athletes Rapidly stacking like Jenga Street repeats bangers Always sharp and on point like a triangle I'm always brah, you can't play us Made ones become major Yeah Trying to find a way to come up on a few G's Trying to find a way to push a couple rap keys Trying to find a way to come up on a few G's Trying to find a way to push a couple rap keys And lately I been killing so much shit my face just might be up in the paper Young nigga kicking hella flavour Can't run game on me Think up on your moves before you make 'em In that Monte seat like I'm racing Putting in that work letting them know what I'm worth Stayed down not a youngun coming out head first I'm a boss so I go in every time I work Lil boy don't you cross the line, know you're getting murked I practice what I preach that's why my life at ease Everyday a week got another goal to reach Give your bitch the dick then [?] Fucking up the game but really I'm trying to eat Jet Life nigga get your motherfucking mind right Coming through in whips that'll make you run a stop sign I don't know about you but I'm going after mine And free the BG but until then Imma shine Trying to find a way to come up on a few G's Trying to find a way to push a couple rap keys Trying to find a way to come up on a few G's Trying to find a way to push a couple rap keys P I Grind for more paper Count it up later Go through the wax by the layers Sipping on that Mo' in my drug dealer coat Hella dope extend my pinky when I toast like a player Balling on them niggas, still coach you like a player Still walk light in the icy white pair Still pray to God but we still live in hell Peep the irony, I'm fresh to death walking over shells Please ask the shells keep my pockets on that And my stash for the yeah know my gun up in there I just pulled in the front, is there hoes up in there Turn the loft to a trap, let them hoes cook up there No dinner nigga Fucking up the budget no rental Remember, hustling so long can't remember Fuck it I might build a shed for the winter So much wood catch a splinter Nigga Trying to find a way to come up on a few G's Trying to find a way to push a couple rap keys Trying to find a way to come up on a few G's Trying to find a way to push a couple rap keys