Capitol

Album: The Stoned Immaculate (2012)
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  • This Jet Life, don't scrub, you blot that
    Flow runs in the Porsche, I'm out front and got my top back
    Label me a author, fore founder of lifestyle rap
    Watching these niggas borrow game, not acknowledging where they got that
    Though I fall back, let them run with that, consider those my rebel kids
    Clashing with they father figure when they know they wanna be just like him
    Where might I have been without my pen to scribble about what I done wit 'em
    Girls that I took home last night, Chevys I sat on top them rims
    I'm good in front of that camera lens, weed smoke when my video spins
    At her house, rolling up in her boy shorts, my mafia bitch
    Plotting up, I'm counting up, going for it cause I go and get it
    So you liable to see her with me, my pockets fat, my tie skinny
    Loud pack, got a louder engine, 80 large, all Benjamins
    Vacationing, 2 nights spending, I ain't tripping
    Fool I know how to get that back, homie my triple O showed me that
    Same thing showed my how to roll them Zags

    And my reputation precedes me, they already know
    I keep it capital G apostrophe D
    Going hard, making it look easy
    'Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I'm doing it for TV

    And my reputation precedes me, they already know
    I keep it capital G apostrophe D
    Going hard, making it look easy
    'Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I'm doing it for TV

    You know I do it like I'm doing it for do
    Watch the shoes, ostrich, you know what time it is like 2 watches
    My reputation, detonation on destination
    I separated, elevated, get salutation
    I'm seldom seen in forest green foreign machine
    Dirty south but the engine clean and that pussy clean
    Criminal thing, a criminal mind
    I got a pocket full of dead presidents, I'ma bring them alive
    Riding shotgun with that K on the side
    Bitches that I'm done with, let them lay on the side
    Clock on your mind, I'm ahead of your time
    Hublot transform like Optimus Prime
    Diamonds on, diamonds off, shawty ass kinda soft
    Tattoos, lip gloss, pockets on Rick Ross
    I'm fantasizing a tantalizing experience
    Bitches like photography, I just take a pic

    And my reputation precedes me, they already know
    I keep it capital G apostrophe D
    Going hard, making it look easy
    'Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I'm doing it for TV

    And my reputation precedes me, they already know
    I keep it capital G apostrophe D
    Going hard, making it look easy
    'Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I'm doing it for TV

    I'm up in this, 442 on them Budnik rims
    I'm what a pimp, all them gangsta bitches fuck with him
    Bring ducketts in
    When records wasn't really bumping, they was in love with him
    To see him balling is like drugs to them
    Mama calling for that Jet to put a reservation in
    Ain't concerned where she going 'long as she stay with him
    They be seeking that foundation, stable niggas with paper
    I'm all that, but I'm stingy, you ain't write n'an one of these raps
    And love, I'm so serious, you might get high from Henny
    Get stupid fly at any event, spray some Ozium in that vent
    Bring them hoes and tell them shake that shit, send my jail niggas flicks
    We live it, she love it, in the kitchen, in the oven mitt
    It's Jet Life over e'ry bitch
    And e'ry bitch ass nigga breaking they back, tryna take care of them
    We get high, we laugh at them
    I swear ain't no comparin' them to no nigga in my area
    This Jet Life, no play time, we cut them hoes, you carry them

    And my reputation precedes me, they already know
    I keep it capital G apostrophe D
    Going hard, making it look easy
    'Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I'm doing it for TV

    And my reputation precedes me, they already know
    I keep it capital G apostrophe D
    Going hard, making it look easy
    'Cause when I do what it do, I do it like I'm doing it for TV Writer/s: D TWYMAN JR., ISAIAH CAMPBELL, SHANTE FRANKLIN, TAUHEED EPPS
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Missing Link Music, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
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