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Statik Selektah I like when they say that I like the beat when we put that drop on Coastin' through that shit, yeah, yeah, yeah Eastside, yeah, yeah, yeah Just like like every time, Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life Scribble scratch records Andretti, Statik Selektah (Yeah) I want solid gold bathroom fixtures And saltwater fish tanks in the ceiling Before I spent one night in here Smoking and staring at a affinity mirror See myself living with these never ending riches (Never endin' riches) Twisting joints like swollen, broken fingers (Broken fingers) Smoking with R&B singers who dressin' room at arenas You probably seen us and ain't realized you witnessing such genius 'Til we fled the scene in seven Lamborghinis (Nyoom) Never lenient on them losers (Yeah) I take it to 'em, we won't hurt 'em if they stop movin' (Stop movin') Shit'll go smoothly, just like the movies But there's no re-shooting, what's done is done Tip your hat to the ones who won Jet Life, we got a whole town to run (Jet Life) All them niggas just my sons Shit they doing, I've already done (I've already done) Letras de cancionesThere's nothing new under the sun (Under the sun, nigga) Nobody said it'd be easy To make it up to the throne Nobody ever believed me I guess I told you so Yeah, yup Palm trees and bomb weed, super model top's all I need We get the funds and proceed Too many cars to park on one street Cop some Jordans for my son's feet The game in my veins, it runs deep My bars hard as concrete, make it hard to compete Never fold, y'all crease And now we do a couple shows a week out the country, so the money increase On the road, the company, I'm sitting with a 100 mill', in front of me Monopolizing, I done brought every watch money could buy Miami, gettin' my steak butterflied Another day, another flight, another million made before the night We spend it all 'cause we can really afford it Private planes really get boarded Foreign car, get it imported Know it's real if a nigga record it Count it up 'til it get boring and do the same shit in the morning, that's on gang Yeah, yup Gang life Taylor Jets, countin' checks on the same flight Nobody said it'd be easy To make it up to the throne Nobody ever believed me I guess I told you so There's only so much time left in this crazy world I'm just crumblin' 'erb, I'm just crumblin' 'erb Niggas killing niggas they don't understand I'm just crumblin' 'erb, I'm just crumblin' 'erb I've been working for a while Tryna make it through the fire From Letras Mania