Checkered flag type %#@!

[Verse 1]

Yea, when the speedometer reads 70 miles per hour
A spoiler is deployed from the trunk
Less wind resistance, more power

You ain't sat in nothing like this once (^!$$%a)
Fresh from the pages of Car & Driver
To the possession of high pilots

File it in my collection
With the rest of my %#@!
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, I'm the picture of survival

Live in the flesh, dropping bombs on my rivals
We the mother$#&@ing JETS
You just mother$#&@ing 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
I'm adding dollars, you admiring
I'm Words With Friends whole time in-flight wireless

Email full of condo prices
Marble or granite, kitchen islands
Home stylings


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Got a mill out the deal I'm still on the grind

(JET life on these ^!$$%s yeah)
Got 10 more coming just give me some time
(JET life on them (*##$es yeah)

Putting it all together got something in mind
(JET life on them ^!$$%s yeah)
Show them better than I can tell them they gon feel me


[Verse 2]
Show them better than I can tell em they gon' feel me

^!$$%s I came up with changing up say they gone kill me
If they ever catch me slipping
I dont give a $#&@, 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
Can't violate the JET code without penalty

Even family get let go "Fredo, you killing me"
I work hard, bloggers thinking that it's 10 of me
Dropping record after record like them (*##$es slippery

I like nice %#@! and I know how to get it
Hustle dumbass, it's 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 that's legal drug dealing
"My God", what a feeling

Italian engineering, Decepticon ceilings
Push button disappearing when the drizzle clearing
I'll probably be laid in the enclave, until then

Jet miss in the kitchen grilling up steaks
It'll smell like Ruth's Chris in a minute fool, you want a plate?
The hero unsung when I'm done they'll say I'm great


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