jet life x3 and if it dont make bread it aint right one time for the set that i rep your best bet if you come come correct i show no love to the weak no respect they tell me lifes a gamble i holla bet but outta no where this nigga became a threat and i aint even break a sweat but she soaking wet and just like my logo for the money i jet theres no days off on my road to success long as that money on my mind theirs no rest when we aint have a deal we had to pay our self roddy just a name i gave my self cause either she get right or get left but before even i got unpacked she undressed word real recognize real i guess so till im dead and gone its jets at your neck im in a city with murder money and sex dwade flow fuck it better yet durant skinny as i am i tote my city on my back i stay highed up that helps me relax i get behind it if she throw that ass back shorty ridin till the wheels go flat i stay strapped and my track gone clap in the fast lane peddle to the mat till the floor shit way better then before this a jack move i kick down the door im on my grind i hope you own yours im never close like my neighborhood stores never once reveled my jet code we stack dough till that shit over flow i fall back when these hoes pay me close why smile when that shit aint no joke cause all we know is hustle until you croke jet life jets go jets go show nuff you right we gone blow its hard to breath around all this gun smoke man this weed gets me to high to be getting it for the low
['new orleans rap', 'soul flow', 'underground hip hop']