showroom

Checkered flag type shit
Yea, when the speedometer reads 70 miles per hour
A spoiler is deployed from the trunk
Less wind resistance, more power
You aint sat in nothing like this once (niggaa)
Fresh from the pages of
Car & Driver
To the possession of high pilots
File it in my collection
With the rest of my shit
Up-to-date bill sheets , documented mileage
Handbook in the console
I know everything about it
Got yo woman wet, she need goggles
See me on the set,
Im the picture of survival
Live in the flesh, dropping bombs on my rivals
We the motherfucking
JETSYou just motherfucking clown shoes
Borrowing ya big homie jewelry shooting virals
Never wheeling them cars, just standing by them
Not really knowing them broads, just standing by them
No first class tickets, you just buy the stand-by ones
Im adding dollars, you admiring
Im Words
With Friends whole time in-flight wireless
Email full of condo prices
Marble or granite, kitchen islands
Got a mill out the deal
Im still on the grind(JET life on these niggas yeah)
Got 10 more coming just give me some time(JET life on them bitches yeah)
Putting it all together got something in mind(JET life on them niggas yeah)
Show them better than
I can tell them they gon feel me
Show them better than
I can tell em they gon feel me
Niggas I came up with changing up say they gone kill me
If they ever catch me slipping
I dont give a fuck, sincerely
I know they just emotional, they love me, they fear me
They like my women, they see me steering, wish they was in it
Jealousy, just feeding em negative energy
I put my hands together praying for my friend-emies
Only let paper chasers dwell in this vicinity
Cant violate the
JET code without penalty
Even family get let go 'Fredo, you killing me'
I work hard, bloggers thinking that its 10 of me
Dropping record after record like them bitches slippery
I like nice shit and
I know how to get it
Hustle dumbass, its not rocket science or
Quantum Physics
Get on task fool,
Trap til a trillion
Wrote these raps in
New Orleans and performed them in
New Zealand
Word to Pusha
T and thats legal drug dealing'My God', what a feelingengineering,
Decepticon ceilings
Push button disappearing when the drizzle clearing
Ill probably be laid in the enclave, until then
Jet miss in the kitchen grilling up steaks
Itll smell like
Ruths Chris in a minute fool, you want a plate?
The hero unsung when
Im done theyll say
Im great