Yeah Yeah Fo'20 Massacre Yeah Yeah Yeah Truman got me booming like them system jeeps Watching Sunset Park wearing my pistol Pete You talk Jazz jersey You gotta wear the right kicks with these I keep a closet full of crispy cleans Usually seen full of green In case something pretty and mean Bad bitches that'll kill you She on my team These small faces getting mildew Let's spend this cheese I'm Trying to buy back the block Trying to subtract my top at the red light In the Chevrolet gumdrop Candy paint my six-tre just left the sweet shop And this just in I got my check from Reebok That's big bread, heavy shit It broke the mailbox Bumping legendary Mac I'm on that shell shock Rooftop bar at the hotel I exit in a helicop They give you gunshots before they give you props They just praying that your single flop They not prosperous Grown men gossiping Acting like they should be wearing night gowns and shit Nigga you a girl Go somewhere and do your lashes I'm travelling passport, atlass, and a fat assed bad bitch Figuring kick it with me some cool shit might happen Reading genius screen plays as we're smoking these trees These Hollywood types They just my colleagues They'll never be my friends Unless they're really Gs Freeze Yeah JLR work 'em Even when it look like we're partying So excuse the fact that we've been driving around in Ferraris and things And Rolls Royces been parked outside the buildings Trust me we in that mother fucker shooting a video Or its verses being laid down If we're popping a bottle of champagne We be celebrating that a check just cleared And there's still work being done So don't get it twisted Mother fuckers just want to do What they see you doing They don't want to do What you're really doing You feel me X the deal They don't want to put the work in They just want to spend the pay check They don't want to do the shit Be we do the shit all the time Fo'20 Massacre, Jet Life roll out