[Intro: sample vocalist]
Baby
Oh baby

[Verse 1: Young Roddy]
And I been living on these skinny-ass streets, with this dim-ass street light
Imagine what that been like, been praying too long
[?] get right, took a n***a way too long just to get right
And then my short days turned to long
I ain't trippin', baby, that's the grind
Did that once before, I can do it one more time
So as I put my my seat back and recline
Then walk through the corridors of my mind
I inhale and puff myself to cloud nine
With a broad that's Serena Williams fine
Ain't no tellin' if I’ll be honest for for while, but if I am, baby
Hold a n***a down, hold a n***a down
Smellin' like I blew a pound of that loud
Roddy way too high to come down
Hooked up with them Jets, I been the talk around town
L-O-L how they copied our style, [?], n***a

[Verse 2: Trademark da Skydiver]
Straight from jump street, I'm Try’na get me
I came to see a hundred mil before I sleep six feet
Gotta get it now, I ain't guaranteed next week
So three-sixty-five I'm on the grind for the cheese
Go ham on the track so my family can eat
By the looks of it, they should be preparing for a feast
If nothin' else, they gon' keep it G, at least
Suckas ain't real as the words that they speak
So it's up to me and Roddy to keep this shit S-V
J-E-T, life to the next one
And I’m already high, but I'm rollin' up a fresh one
Plottin' on dollars, look, I'm overdue to get some
Just another day in the life of a Jet, son
Money on my mind
I came to get mine, and a little extra
Sleeping on the planes, all of a sudden we next up
Jet Set, [?] threats, yeah, n***a, that's us
[Outro: Trademark da Skydiver]
Yeah, you already know who it is
Jet Set [?]
Know we highed up over here
It's Jet Life to the next life
Fuck with us, or don't fuck with us
[?], no choice