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The Grind

Jet Life

Jet World Order, Vol. 2

2012

my niggas doing time, behind that money baby

Yeah! Here we are in this world of riches
I only see the money, surrounded by all these bitches

the bar for rapping the West
So have your shit up to par
If you rep for the West
Cause you see homeboy
We ain't getting respect
So we got to get it back,

live by the G code we don't talk to police nigga that's a no no (no no)
And I got it for the low low (low low) we getting rich off this coco
I live by

Khaled said, y'all know he don't like losin' (he don't)
How he get the number one album over Khaled (how?)
When he be out here tossin' other niggas'

in the mirror
The names of the greats getting nearer
Put me on the track, that's the one I wanna

Here we go, holla back to me
Hear what I'm on when

feet i sun lift you plumet who you sonning stick to my guns and im getting sick to my stomach my gross income disgusting im talkin money discussions im

we gone fall out
Man, come on, come on (let the monkeys out)

All this fake love around here, I know how it feel
You could just say wassup, I could

the panties on her mouse (On her mouse)
We don't do broke sex over here, then I bounce
I've smoked so much weed this week that I covered my apartment in clouds

the hundred thousand pizzas, I'm impressed
Tippin' the guy a hundo for thirty minutes or less
Here we go open the door, and…oh fuck
Hey bro! It's me! Luigi is

steady hugging the pillow we up on the road
I'm loosing sleep over money cause right now I'm broke
I'm slowly loosing my patience, it's taking too long

real shit, don't cross me
I been getting money, i don't answer when they call me
Niggas keep my name, in they mouth this, how they lost me

Bitches run

on to promises in life 
we've been searching for peace and higher life
My ancestors died here on these lands

Call out call out for me to start it over, till it's

the bill was
Nobody hungry when I'm getting my money
When grandma leave the table
Yeah we all stand up
Plastic chairs
Put your plate on your knees
Ain't no

up in this ghetto land
That’s ran by the white man
I’m hated by my fellow man
And we kill each other over
Money drugs and contraband
Where do you stand

thief Mera's beats
Can't afford a feat, homie whatchu mean?
Until now we been super low key
That's over
I need more beats I'm sober
Threats ain't

Forever fly, fuck a tarmac (ha-ha)
How you rap and got no slaps? (No slaps)
Get your money up and your ho back
Bad bitches, we remote that (woo)
If it's

making em freeze like a cop
Words been going over heads
Bars be so faded my lines are
Always of the top
Been a minute since I dropped
Just like a Cole

Hope I make it outta here
Sun is down, freezin' cold
That's how we already know, winter's here
My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt
That's

about money,cars, zany bars etc
Fucking junkies you really gotta do better bruh
Whoever the king in the throne getting beheaded uh

plays (4am making plays)
How Im getting my money I cant say (I cant say)
When it come to money I don’t play (I don’t Play)
I been counting ducky’s all

much in my mind it nearly breaks my neck
They think my lifes a wreck but im living like this for a bigger paycheck in the end
Cuz money aint shit to me

wrist by 28 nigga
Uncle got 25 to life for moving white, we only here by gods grace my nigga
Ay get some patience nigga, cause anything that’s coming fast

city
Affiliated with thousands sent out medallions
(We gon' bounce and floss until the wheels fall off

Bitch, fuck that, you bring fat rag, here's

understand
Why you would want to meet your maker
Underworld gang we never the same
One thousand years not feeling this pain
Sleeping on me it's a god damn