Young Roddy - J.L.R. lyrics

[Intro] ‘Fore I left up my house I k** it while I'm on the Ehm, life f** are you takin' me for? One of you s**er n***as who forget the set when he blow Thou shalt not rest until I make my whole fam rich [Verse 1: Curren$y] Uh, my shift on the flo My top in the trunk homie, my phone in the dunk Finishin' up a jurnt, had it almost rolled ‘Fore I left out my house, I k** it while I'm on the road On the way to your girl house, you don't know that's mine Smashed out at my homie crib, as far as it goes Snatch the shower, change clothes, back to the same old Triple OG Gang, the furry kangol Keeping everything the same , word to what I drove Double S Impala bubble on the stock chromes Opportunity came knockin' but I wasn't home I was at opportunity house, takin' the valuables out Like f** that, we want it now This is jet life, my n***as is buying stocks Like f** that, we want it now This is jet life, my god sons want drops [Hook] The f** you thought this was dawg? We them illest motherf**ers after all We'll have this whole world changed by tomorrow J.L.R Like the f** you thought this was dawg? We them endless motherf**ers after all We'll have this whole world changed by tomorrow J.L.R [Verse 2: Young Roddy] J.L.R Aye what they thought this was dawg? We them endless motherf**ers after all We'll have this whole world changed by tomorrow n***a I'm bound to make it I told ‘em hoes I was gonna be ballin' Like the shot off that gla**, uh I caused it They talkin' ‘bout all my camp, n***a beg your pardon I ain't never had no foreign whip but I had a foreign b**h Chasin' juvenile like in the trip And we all don't get no chance like this So I'm goin' in, I'll try my best to dodge them pigs Tried my best to dodge that pig If I could I'd do it again Money racks they spend, I do it big Check my paw prints, got the sk**s to pay my rent Got enough game to take your b**h, girl be f**in' me big My jersey numba and my main b**h Be a 10, that's some playa sh** But where we from only strong win ,and thats J.L.R Yea yea yea [Hook] [Verse 3: Smoke DZA] Rrriiight, the f** you thought this was dawg We them illest motherf**ers after all Have this whole world changed by tomorrow I'll be the young high fellow, fly mellow Straight from the ghetto, illest n***a out the triborough And I'm the newest member of the jet life team And i'mma bring my n***a Phelps mad more cream Lo galore, k** these n***as looks fo' sha Bout to takem em back where thirstin took ‘em before Ah, Kushed god, hear my scriptures Know you see me in the Mag posing like Tazz in my picture Rugby's on the bed, rugby's on the wall, rugby's on the floor Mirror, mirror, still the freshest of them all I feel you bro, now them b**hes think I'm ballin' So they be actin' differently when I be up in Harlem [Hook]