[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Righttttttttt
Jet Life. We controllin' the sky
Loaded as a motherfucka but I'm re-energized
I got my hands on the money, I got my eyes on the prize
Dawg you know what this is, no need to question my fly

You know I be 'Lo-in' up
Doctor dooms lookin' clean as fuck
Fly shit, baby, I be on nice kicks, daily
I'm a 'Lo store regular, never smokin' that regular
N***a three trippy sticks in, homie high and ahead of ya

You already know what this is n***a
Gotta get that bread, I got kids n***a
Fuck the juice, there too many n***as in my hood go out in a blaze tryna get it like bliz n***a
This game for live men, not for freshmen
Them JLR n***as got it locked down, no second guessin'