Yo should be rolling up by now Knowing I'm a look Cool in them Black and white pictures When they talk about Underground rappers Gettin high and making history I'm sick and tired these n***az Claiming they as sick as me They lying I checked your chart Your file saying you soft Something fishy ho n***a You more ba** then boss Off the boat small fries And store a ways get toss Can't party on the shore with us fool Get your floaters up kitty pool n***a's Ain't really that cool Can't farther these moves You need more expensive shoes Working out smoking strong On a week long cruise Bomb fire with theses b**hes Singing songs to the moon To high to judge Call my ex b**h that did foul sh** f** her brains out and settle the grudge Back shot revenge style Ain't no love light gro roll up after a quick scrub Cover my trace don't let my b**h know where I was Sticking to the script thought I'm improvising a bit Same as my old G's but I put the Jets in the mix Cla**ic like Eddie Murphy SNL skits Dead stock tissue in the box elephant print On my flint 13's no retro 3m reflective Ya b**h tight reckless and my DM'S s**ting tryna see him Smoke a J where he being but I got no time for company I'm billing on of them hundred I know that's why you want me success is my cologne I spray that bottle all on me... yea... yea jet life... [fading out]