Jet Life - Good Sense lyrics

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Jet Life - Good Sense lyrics

Life, uh But what that is? (Good sense) Where haven't I been yet they still can't name it And in this a jet world order they are all in danger And as I pack my luggage they pack their bankers And every day I pray I make it To all my people in the struggle a**alamu alaikum This is for my n***as on the corner Moving hello quackers and tell lil' momma on a stage this your world baby (Uh) How I made it? hard working and dedication But the sh** I spit is history in the making I am tre first bound to the day I meet my maker My favorite color green Man, I'm still paper chasing, stacking I tried to tell them hustling my nature But f**'em I ain't trippin' 'Cause I'm riding around getting it This that good sense Ain't no love for the ignorance n***as getting even Ain't no love for they enemies What's my demeanor man My mind frame militant Yea ow Yeah jet life, jet life, n***a yeah But what that is?(Good sense) Uh By all means gotta get your grind on Word the rosee I'm trappin' off my Iphone This rap sh** keep me miles away from home Shout out to the homie spitta Thats my n***a he put me on Ask my n***a stone about they stone And like my Houston cats im riding on chrome Follow my fathers footprints So p don't leave me wrong sh** my camera threat Better ring the alarm And I ain't buggin' if I'm spend it I'm gon get that back I'm just a lil' n***a from canan next at bat Cause I free my thoughts and put that sh** on wax But on the another low my hood don't raise no rats Its only trill n***as in my staff And lets keep it real the week don't ever last Ant that b**h you hitting trash And that sh** you spitting trash And the sh** I spit gon' put me on the map Ow Jet life, jet life, n***a yeah But what that is? (Good sense) Smell me from the block away I'm gone off that purple haze I've been working all this time without no breaks Tell my hood n***as stack your cake keep yourself safe Cause that clock ticking ain't no time to waste Had so much money in my face that I didn't blink But like an Indian arrow my money straight All I need is a frame for this picture that I paint Mo money, mo problems So I'm twisting more stank Smelling like a pound while I'm the bank Oww (Good sense)

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