Yeah
Eastside all mine (park this motherfucker anywhere, man)
Just like every time (I don't wanna hear that shit)
(La música de Harry Fraud)

Uh, roll around in the coupe with the beat on loop
Soundtrack to the movie that I'm livin' through
In my lines you might find somethin' pivotal
A couple hustlin' ass niggas and some bitches too

Police told us to keep our hands visible
Then they ask for ID, now tell me what should we do?
Knowin' you could get shot for makin' sudden moves
But don't comply and you die is the golden rule
In the backyard smokin' large sittin' by the pool
Thinkin' 'bout my son man I love that little dude (man, I love that dude)
I want to see him more but there's a civil war
And it's risky to travel now, too much back and forth
Make 'em land this motherfucker if somebody else cough
In the first class cabin let us the fuck off
Now I'm back at the lab
All Bape tagged up
In the plastic since 2004, I had it
Niggas blow up in the game off styles that I crafted
But never would admit it if somebody was to ask 'em
From the rhyme patterns to the fashion
Sacrificial lamb'd 'em in the Lamborghini mashin'
Paper taggin'
Rode the fattest wave, bigger than the last one
Face it, never pass 'em
Critics said that I wouldn't make it then I made an ass of them
For the crew I alley-oop and toss it off the glass for them
Set it up easy dawg
Homie, get your Shaq on then

Yeah, yeah, yeah
La-di-da-da

Roll around in the coupe with the beat on loop
Soundtrack to the movie that I'm livin' through
In my lines you might find somethin' pivotal
A couple hustlin' ass niggas and some bitches too
Roll around in the coupe with the beat on loop
That's my dawg, Harry Fraud always bring me the truth

Ride around in the coupe with the beat on loop

Eastside
You know how we doin' this
Yo Curren$y, I got my race cars too
You heard
I'm just gettin' them done up real quick
So that when we race we gon' race for some real paper, nigga, uh

I ride around in my Benz while that beat repeat (uh-huh)
I done lost a couple of friends tryna beat these streets (I miss 'em)
I told Harry cook a plate so I could eat these beats
But shit, you know we never lack that's why we keep these heats (loaded)
He almost lost his mind tryna keep that freak
He fuck around and got married 'til his knees got weak (stupid)
Now seven days without prayer that's a weak ass week (pray for me)
Shit, he swore he had that coke until he got beat
He came back the same day tryna heat that streak
Let us be much tougher tryna keep black peace
Shit, I almost drowned with so much water on my jewels (word)
Man, my clothes is all drippin' like I recorded in a pool
You know I keep the hammer, I use the .40 as a tool (got it)
Me and Zeke was gettin' drunk right before we went to school (this is a fact)
We popped up at the Grammys
We was buyin' army suits in the Bronx we went to Sammys (facts)
Nowadays when he talkin' 'bout bars they want the Xannies
We was (silly)
We was baggin' up coke right at my grannies
Man these streets is like Vegas tryna beat the odds
And all the homies that we lost I hope they meet our God (pray for them)
We never get a second chance like E. Dabarge
That's why we keep a fancy lawyer that'll beat the charge
Shit, look into my eyes and you can see the scars
Let's not talk about no rhymes I gotta free the cause

Roll around in the coupe with the beat on loop
Soundtrack to the movie that I'm livin' through
In my lines you might find somethin' pivotal
A couple hustlin' ass niggas and some bitches too
Roll around in the coupe with the beat on loop
That's my dawg, Harry Fraud always bring me the truth

Ride around in the coupe with the beat on loop

Yeah
Keep the E in it
Chevy's on switches, baby
We smokin' weed in it
Don't post me in your pictures
Hittin' switches on Chef Highway dippin'
Yeah, yeah
Keep the E in it
Chevy's on switches, baby
We smokin' weed in it

(Jet Life)
(Jet Life)
(Jet Life)
(Jet Life)
(Jet Life) nigga, yeah, yeah

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Joseph Guillermo Jones II, Rory William Quigley, Shante Scott Franklin