[Intro]
(Cooked food, down-ass broad)
Yeh, yeh, yeh (Yeh, yeh, yeh)
Chronicles in Jet Life, real situations
(La-da, da-da, la-da, da-da, la-da, yeh, yeh, yeh)
One of the main reasons we never run out of raps
Cause we not makin’ shit up (We ain’t makin’ shit up)
None of these lyrics are fictitious (All facts when I rap)
We only talkin’ about the things we actually do (All facts when I rap)
Days we actually done, jernts we actually smoked, feel me? (Eastside)
Shit don’t even sound like this no mo’ (Eastside)
We came to fix it (Eastside, yeh)

(Jet Life, Jet life Jet Life)
(Jet Life, Jet Life n***a yeh)
Jet Life (Jet Life, Jet life Jet Life)
My n***a Fuse from 808 Mafia (Jet Life, Jet Life n***a yeh)
(Jet Life, Jet life Jet Life)
(Jet Life, Jet Life n***a yeh) Yeh, yeh
(Jet Life, Jet life Jet Life)
I just want to talk to y’all for a minute, let me get to it now
(Jet Life, Jet Life n***a yeh)

[Verse 1]
I don’t ant much, bruh, I drove every car
Some nice cooked food, a down-ass broad
A couple healthy guard dogs roaming ’round my backyard
Slid into my robe, and made my morning stroll ‘round the crib
I’m just checking on shit, review my security camera tapes
Like I’m looking at some game films, wicked shit
They’ll try to end you while you close your eyelids
Sleep is a luxury, and a liability, trust me, kid (Trust me, kid)
See what I did? (See what I did)
Sleep is a luxury, and a liability, trust that kid
[Refrain]
I don’t ain't much, bruh, I drove every car
Some nice cooked food, a down-ass broad
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
(Keep the E in it, Chevy’s on switches)

[Verse 2]
I don’t want much, bruh, I drove every car
I know all ‘em bitches, and you think that she a star?
But they all the same, fuckin’ round wit lames
Posing in they pictures, like some thirsty bitches
Round them silly champagne-drunk n***as
Thinkin’ that they boss n***as
I’m lookin’ up departure flights, fittin’ to send my hoe to get it
Accepting cash from tricks, tips, exotic dance
Stripping, never tripping, cause she seen my vision, and she so invested in it
(She’s so invested in it, she gon’ help me get it)
(And she want see me wid it, and that’s why I love my bitches)

[Refrain]
I said, I don’t ant much, bruh, I drove every car
Some nice cooked food, a down-ass broad
A couple healthy guard dogs roaming ’round my backyard (Roof roof)

I don’t want much, bruh, I drove every car
Some nice cooked food, a down-ass broad
I know all ‘em bitches, and you thinking she a star? (You think that she a star?)
Life