[Intro: Rob49]
Yeah
Yeah

[Chorus: Rob49]
I said I'm ridin' low
I don't see no competition, yeah
I turn my L's into dubs, yeah
I'm just a different n***a, aight, yeah
I'm bangin' Jet Life
But I'm in my two-seater, yeah
My brother died at his prime
Shit, I wish he coulda stayed wit' me, yeah

[Verse 1: Rob49]
I'm makin' music, I don't like the move, feel like I'm givin' all this to the streets
But who take care of me? Yeah
I used to wanna fuck my superstars, until I fucked one
Now this bitch don't wanna let me leave, yeah
I put that Nola pipe her, that's just where I come from
That n***a ain't nothin' like New Orleans, yeah
Want paint my new whip Nipsey-blue, 'cause he gave 'em game
I think I won't acknowledge him, yeah
A n***a goated up, dripped this fuck, if I ain't have confidence
I ain't my momma's son, yeah
Smokin' good gas, I think they smokin' barber
Andretti, let's go gram-for-gram, yeah
They said I came up shootin' dice at school, breakin' all the rules
Warm my feelings on my sleeves 'til I stop chronic, took 'em off
I ain't outchea tryna cry no more, I beat the press
I'm tryna be caked up wit' my feet up on the jet, n***a, yeah
[Chorus: Rob49 & Curren$y]
I said I'm ridin' low, I don't see no competition
(I don't see no competition), yeah
I turn my L's into dubs (I turn my L's into dubs), yeah
I'm just a different n***a (I'm just a all different type of n***a), aight, yeah
I'm bangin' Jet Life (I'm bangin' Jet Life)
But I'm in my two-seater (Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da), yeah
My brother died at his prime
Shit, I wish he coulda stayed with me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Spent all this money on clothes just to smoke 'em out
Lego pieces in my Rolls, this my son car now
I've been all around the globe, sellin' concerts out
Tenacious with it, fool, I never backed down
Spider senses tingling, I sense it's money 'round
I finna get a pile, a whole lot, a money mound
Took a handful out a pound, walk around my house
Rollin', jernts and callin' shots, these n***as is not, close
I just landed, it's two hour difference on the coast
Jacob face, the calls for conversation
Super vintage, fool, they no longer make 'em
Discussin' wages wit' the risk-takers
Infrared lasers, separate ya
Paper on top of paper, Chevrolet scrape where I'm from, the city
To survive is hella tricky, but I know my way around it
Fool, don't fuck wit' me, yeah
[Chorus: Rob49 & Curren$y]
I said I'm ridin' low (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't see no competition (I don't see no competition), yeah
I turn my L's into dubs (I turn my L's into dubs), yeah
I'm just a different n***a (I'm just a all different type of n***a), aight, yeah
I'm bangin' Jet Life (I'm bangin' Jet Life)
But I'm in my two-seater, yeah
My brother died at his prime
Shit, I wish he coulda stayed wit' me

[Outro: Curren$y]
Jet Life, Jet Life, n***a, yeah, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
N***a, yeah