Tonalità: D minor•
Verse 1
Dm
Gm
Dm
Gm
Jet life Jet life jet
Eb
Dm
life
Where havn't we been
And you can tell
Gm
Dm
Gm
Dm
Gm
Eb
Dm
From bitches tryna
Boy I'm still
And you could tell
Spitta in em, spitta in em,
spitta in 'em yeah
Verse 2
Dm
Gm
Dm
Eb
Dm
Ain't nutn change but the weather in a
temp tag sequence of number and letters
Gm
Dm
Eb
Dm
On my Chevelle you
can
ride but hey man watch my leather
Gm
Eb
Cause bitches get evicted in traffic from
disrespecting the classic..
Dm
Rozze in the glasses get the
weed out the plastic,
Spitta and the monster
beats radioactive...
I dont kick it with no rappers
they be hustlin backwards
Gm
Dm
Eb
Like the jeans on criss cross who you
Dm
mac daddy or daddy mackin..
Pennin lyrics on back of these napkins...
Zoned out in the first class cabin with noise
Gm
Bb
Eb
cancellation head phones...
Dm
Two hash brownies for breakfast this morning
staring down the ocean inspire...
Scribbling fire on the street
car name desire...
Gm
Dm
Straggling the fence you only
Eb
Dm
get caught in the barb wire...
I'm independent fuck yo system
Gm
I get paid with out it...
Dm
Eb
Got a new pocket..bitch you new writin
as a blogger...
Dm
That rapper weed she smoke
that spitta strong...
She wrote about it
You can deny it I am a rider word
to pac ambition
Houdini yo man squigi dissapear shes
Gm
a magician...
Dm
Eb
You can't blame....
In the midst of the fame
Dm
planes get change
I sent to the waffle house with my
order from the car mane
Verse 3
Dm
And I'm looking famous
And you can tell by the reactions
of them strangers
From bitches tryna figure if
Gm
Dm
it is or if ain't him
Eb
The real say I'm on it the hater
say I ain't shit but I'm
Verse 4
Dm
Still looking famous
And you can tell by the reactions
of them strangers
From bitches tryna figure
if it is or if aint him
The real say I'm on it the hater
say I ain't shit but I'm still
Verse 5
Gm
I'm high again waiting on the sun
Eb
dozed off in my 57 at the drive in
Dm
This is a scary movie I'm in but I do it for my
folk who genuinely they want me to win
I do a lot of smoking to stay
over this bogus shit
My money is not on these
bitches my focus is LA
Eb
Niggas claimin' to be jet
Dm
planes but they not
Pay homage the founder in the house kid
A milf hunter ask yo momma
she can vouch bitch
If she cool to fuckin' down
Gm
rollin' the bony up
Dm
Eb
Race day money on the startin' gate
Dm
Pony up I hope your hungry
I got a plate of dust for ya
homie (look up)
Gm
Dm
Gm
Early morning ex
ecise doin' kush ups
Eb
I ain't stingy with it got a couple
pounds foot up
Dm
Gm
Dm
Bitches used to over look us
Gm
Now in my presents they shook up
Eb
Dm
See where this rap shit done took us
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