Uh, I put the cheat code in
I got the money and the infinite lives, this Vice City bitch
I pray I never have to let it rip
But these the days and the times and you never know who gon' try
This that pink Polo, Ye flow, give it through the barbed wire
At the top of the bag, y'all offensive to slow them motherfuckers down if they try to get in here
Ate them mushrooms and watched Scarface and now I'm pacing in my window
Back in my mind I know nobody coming
But then my third eye remind me not everybody love me
Still I slide, twisting it up
Weeding out them Chevy's, hitting switches, giving it up
Living it bruh
The vision for us was quite clear
When the smoke clears decades later we'll still be here
I don't know where them other niggas at
I ain't looking for no fools
I'm tryna remember where I parked the Benz at

We been on your prey
And we do it everyday
Jet Life, Taylor Gang
And you know what to say
You know who you are from the start

From the beginning, niggas always started winning (yep)
Gon' remember me before I'm finished (uh)
From a place where it's hard living (yup)
Ain't no handouts
Now it's stars in the ceiling
Niggas got options when it come to cars (yeah)
No more regular hoes
All I'm fucking with is superstars
From the bullshit we moving on
Rolling strong, foreign broad, need the newest car
Ain't a song 'less my dog detonate the bomb (yep)
Kush help me write, hope you don't take it wrong (nope)
When I roll it up and light I need more than a eighth
I don't need nothing from you little homie, I'm straight
Jet Life, Taylor Gang

We been on your prey
And we do it everyday
Jet Life, Taylor Gang
And you know what to say
You know who you are from the start

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Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Daniel E Stein, Harry Marshall, Mark Brown, Peter Mudge, Shante Franklin, Taylor Thompson