Perfect Time
Jets, nigga
It's the pilot
Lettin' you in on some top secret shit
Jet Files nigga
From the city that care forgot
From the section where rations had to be airdropped
Was undetected but they know I'm here now
Rapping through my Verizon network you niggas hear me now
I'm in VA with my big homie twistin' backwoods
Usually I don't get down like that
But that's my dog I hit a few times out of respect
And now I'm on the jet full of trees watching videos
Laughing at studio gangsters they mo' gents then G's
My bitches use your mix-tape cover to break they trees on
Baked, top of the building, villa, gorilla King Kong
Thrilla Manila spitta get his king of the ring on
Deals back and forth on the table that's label ping pong
Won't get caught up in it that sucka shit
Nothing positive will ever come from it
Abolish it entirely from the hip hop government
And fools know I never sell my soul I swear on both eyes
Never change in attempt to gain dollar signs
I just kept it G and waited on the perfect time
Go left if the situation ain't right
Only thing I got if you're asking for advice
The moves I don' made in my life was difficult
But if I had two I would do it twice.
Buzz increased until it became a bang
Jet planes in the building bitch we do our thang
? on my fire red fives
Walk in the club with gangstas who amazed to still be alive
'Cause they been through it but I took them out it
When I put my heart into this music I got some money out it
From east thirty fourth to JFK by helicopter
I'm in the magazines you're in barbershops reading 'bout me
And I know your girl made you mo' mad
When she picked you up from work she had that how fly on full blast
Just another shot from the extended clip of jet shit
And another one coming before you even know you're hit
These bitches is becking by the smell of the jet piff
These niggas is jealous of the love the jets get
But I ain't stressing, momma roll up the whole zip
And let me smoke away all this industry bullshit