Checkered flag type shit
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[Verse 1]
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Yea, when the speedometer reads 70 miles per hour
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A spoiler is deployed from the trunk
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Less wind resistance, more power
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You ain't sat in nothing like this once (niggaa)
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Fresh from the pages of Car & Driver
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To the possession of high pilots
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File it in my collection
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With the rest of my shit
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Up-to-date bill sheets, documented mileage
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Handbook in the console I know everything about it
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Got yo woman wet, she need goggles
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See me on the set, I'm the picture of survival
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Live in the flesh, dropping bombs on my rivals
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We the motherfucking JETS
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You just motherfucking clown shoes
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Borrowing ya big homie jewelry shooting virals
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Never wheeling them cars, just standing by them
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Not really knowing them broads, just standing by them
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No first class tickets, you just buy the stand-by ones
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I'm adding dollars, you admiring
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I'm Words With Friends whole time in-flight wireless
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Email full of condo prices
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Marble or granite, kitchen islands
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Home stylings
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[Hook]
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Got a mill out the deal I'm still on the grind
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(JET life on these niggas yeah)
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Got 10 more coming just give me some time
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(JET life on them bitches yeah)
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Putting it all together got something in mind
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(JET life on them niggas yeah)
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Show them better than I can tell them they gon feel me
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[Verse 2]
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Show them better than I can tell em they gon' feel me
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Niggas I came up with changing up say they gone kill me
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If they ever catch me slipping
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I dont give a fuck, sincerely
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I know they just emotional, they love me, they fear me
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They like my women, they see me steering, wish they was in it
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Jealousy, just feeding em negative energy
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I put my hands together praying for my friend-emies
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Only let paper chasers dwell in this vicinity
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Can't violate the JET code without penalty
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Even family get let go "Fredo, you killing me"
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I work hard, bloggers thinking that it's 10 of me
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Dropping record after record like them bitches slippery
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I like nice shit and I know how to get it
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Hustle dumbass, it's not rocket science or Quantum Physics
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Get on task fool, Trap til a trillion
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Wrote these raps in New Orleans and performed them in New Zealand
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Word to Pusha T and that's legal drug dealing
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"My God", what a feeling
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Italian engineering, Decepticon ceilings
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Push button disappearing when the drizzle clearing
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I'll probably be laid in the enclave, until then
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Jet miss in the kitchen grilling up steaks
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It'll smell like Ruth's Chris in a minute fool, you want a plate?
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The hero unsung when I'm done they'll say I'm great
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[Hook]
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Showroom
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