Personal Party - Jet Life
Flying down the west-side joint In my ear
One 'bout to get lit up I'm 'bout to make It disappear
In thin air feeling untouchable
Tommy buns sincere you think I give a f**k
About a red light niggas can't do It so they dead tight
Hating on a young slick ni**a that's getting It
Fly sh*t I mastered It nothing like your average
Cookie patch rugby bucket lo-life Parrish Smith
A ni**a got to eat paraphernalia In my boxer briefs
It's monopoly I need property
I ain't tryna end up like them previous lames
Caught up no bail money slumped In the game
Watch niggas lives flush down the drain
The results of not playing they lane
Old head asked dza you In It for the money or fame
I said I'm In It for the legacy triple my change ni**a
Right
Minus the bull life Is great
Super high out of space
Mind blown got me on freeze
Plus everybody got they own trees
Its a personal party
Uh
Light up at ya own pace cause It's a personal party
Uh
I'm taking this one to the face cause It's a personal party
Uh too hard for paper
Write these rhymes on a steel plate his words hold weight
Ni**a spit-ta from el Salvador to the LA
Jet life on the billboard never forget that day
Man everything going just as planned
My driver rolling up at the airport cause I'm finna land
My girl at my hide-out cheffing up she hear that door slam
That p**sy wetting up as I'm stepping up
She ripping off her clothes for spitta to tear It up
Now homie Is It clear enough
I say get money f**k b**ches cause I get money these b**ches wanna f**k
Now Is It clear enough homie Is It adding up
Minus the bull life Is great
Super high out of space
Mind blown got me on freeze
Plus everybody got they own trees
It's a personal party
Uh
Light up at ya own pace cause It's a personal party
Uh
I'm taking this one to the face cause It's a personal party
Right levitating on v-don's beat
Get well soon kush god speed
Got these niggas sick taken long Z's
Matter fact this one's on me
For everybody that I lost this year
You know love Is due this one's for you
Indecisive I got choices voice of the voiceless
I speak for the unheard y ain't got to say one word
I got you be a fake ni**a not to
Nobody keep It real like I do
Everybody's prey In this game of survival do or die
Niggas don't abide by rules It's a cold world
Ain't nothing else to do but pray
Little ni**a got shot In the mouth broad day yesterday
Life what It's worth to you
Questions deep enough for me to light a personal
Dza
