Тональность: G minor•
Verse 1
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Checkered
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flag type shit
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Yea, when the speedometer
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Eb
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reads 70 miles per hour
Gm
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
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this once (niggaa)
Cm
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
Gm
Up- to- date bill sheets,
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documented mileage
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Handbook in the console
I know everything about it
Gm
Got yo woman wet, she need goggles
Cm
See me on the set,
Gm
I'm the picture of survival
Cm
Live in the flesh,
dropping bombs on my rivals
We the motherfucking JETS
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You just motherfucking
clown shoes
Gm
Borrowing ya big homie
Cm
jewelry shooting virals
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Never wheeling them cars,
just standing by them
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Not really knowing them broads,
Bb
just standing by them
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No first class tickets,
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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
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time in- flight wireless
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Email full of condo prices
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Marble or granite,
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kitchen islands
Gm
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Got a mill out the deal I'm
still on the grind
Cm
Gm
(JET life on these niggas yeah)
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Got 10 more coming just
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Gm
give me some time
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Gm
(JET life on them bitches yeah)
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Gm
Putting it all together got
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Gm
something in mind
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Gm
(JET life on them niggas yeah)
Cm
Show them better than I can
Gm
tell them they gon feel me
Cm
Show them better than I can tell
Eb
em they gon' feel me
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Cm
Niggas I came up with changing
Eb
up say they gone kill me
Cm
If they ever catch me slipping
Eb
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I dont give a fuck, sincerely
Cm
I know they just emotional,
Eb
they love me, they fear me
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Gm
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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Gm
I put my hands together praying
for my friend- emies
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Gm
Only let paper chasers dwell
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Cm
Can't violate the JET
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code without penalty
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Even family get let go
Cm
"Fredo, you killing me"
I work hard, bloggers thinking
Gm
that it's 10 of me
Cm
Dropping record after record
like them bitches slippery
Gm
I like nice shit and I know how to get it
Gm
Cm
it's not rocket science or Quantum Physics
Get on task fool, Trap til a trillion
Gm
Wrote these raps in New Orleans and performed
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Gm
them in New Zealand
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Word to Pusha T and that's
Cm
legal drug dealing
Gm
"My God", what a feeling
, Decepticon ceilings
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Push button disappearing
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when the drizzle clearing
I'll probably be laid in the enclave,
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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?
Cm
The hero unsung when I'm done they'll say I'm great
Outro 1
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