(Verse)
Boss is how we prone to think
Communicate with killers via core links
Some of my niggas ran from the corner to the coroner
I made it out, luxury bust, tourin love, right
Feelin better than head on the wake up
Roll me up a bomber like *sniff* itâs great stuff
Won a couple dollars of the next verse
Pacer as Iâm ranged up
Already in better days than Ice Cube had
Thatâs word to Terrence Howard, Durag
All my life Iâve been a cool cat (word)
I bought the seven and some new ones
You lookin bad in that bullshit you in
I speak ebonics and Ben Franklin fluent
Every boss once was the best student
And hustler since the true one
Iâm a top ten nigga, L7
You a fuckin square nigga, we could never square it wit ya
(Hook)
Bring in the music
(Them niggas wanna get right
And they fuckin with the jet life)
Itâs my gift to you
(Verse)
Yea, itâs big
They gotta weigh it on a scale they weigh the wales with
With one sniff I make a german sheppard back flip
3 small gold chains, 2 pinky rings
And one big fuckin dream to own all this
Empire under construction
Hard heads, donât work, donât know
Hazardous habits has me hustling but fuck it holmes
Master this grab but as the cash stacks
Bitches is going bad for that
Put you on light socks, put you on like my watch
Put you up like a poster
Lucky motherfuckers getting ganged from the cultures and didnât even know it
The last don poets
Who never sold they souls and still in motion
Breaking that doâ in
And you silly motherfuckers thought itâs just bout smoking
(Hook)
Bring in the music
(Them niggas wanna get right
And they fuckin with the jet life)
Itâs my gift to you
(Them niggas wanna get right
And they fuckin with the jet life)
We sing a song
Especially for you