Original lyrics

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Looking for someone down the line But no one will be there to see it through Fuck all y'all Yeah Lames catch feelings We catch flights Fool Yeah You should be rollin' up by now Locate your lighters Yeah Shelter from the rain in a parked car, chopping game, modifying my slangs Fog lights in the grill, in Negril whippin' the '96 Range It's insane how fast they let you drive in them narrow lanes My independence remain 'Cause I ain't working for the radio station like Martin Payne I grind and maintain my peace of mind Almost lost it once on the line But see that I found it just in time A mercenary killer Paid for bringin' debt to these whack niggas You call them raps, that's why them labels never called you back Pimpin', yeah, Jack, Spitta snap Long flight, turbulence bad Baggage claim tags Car service rolling grass 007, but I ain't talking agents Two ounces and seven grams, my nigga, we still blazing You uneasy in my presence, dumb questions, dumber statements I'm on a whole 'nother level, roof terrace, you the basement Couldn't gain possession, them haters couldn't take it Can't see me 'less you sleeping, nigga, Freddy vs. Jason Snoozing on a jet movement, your worst nightmare in the making Yeah, yeah Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life Jet Life, Jet Life, yeah