Tonart: G minor
Verse 1
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Checkered
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flag type shit
Dm
Yea, when the speedometer
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F
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reads 70 miles per hour
Am
A spoiler is deployed from the trunk
Dm
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Less wind resistance, more power
Dm
You ain't sat in nothing like
C
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this once (niggaa)
Dm
Fresh from the pages of Car & Driver
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To the possession of high pilots
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File it in my collection
Dm
With the rest of my shit
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Up- to- date bill sheets,
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Handbook in the console
I know everything about it
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Got yo woman wet, she need goggles
Am
I'm the picture of survival
dropping bombs on my rivals
We the motherfucking JETS
Am
Dm
You just motherfucking
clown shoes
Am
Borrowing ya big homie
Dm
jewelry shooting virals
Am
Never wheeling them cars,
just standing by them
Dm
Am
Not really knowing them broads,
Dm
No first class tickets,
C
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you just buy the stand- by ones
Dm
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I'm adding dollars, you admiring
Dm
I'm Words With Friends whole
Am
C
Am
time in- flight wireless
Dm
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Email full of condo prices
Am
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kitchen islands
Am
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Got a mill out the deal I'm
still on the grind
Dm
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(JET life on these niggas yeah)
Dm
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Got 10 more coming just
Dm
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give me some time
Dm
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(JET life on them bitches yeah)
Dm
Am
Putting it all together got
Dm
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something in mind
Dm
Am
(JET life on them niggas yeah)
Dm
Show them better than I can
Am
tell them they gon feel me
Dm
Show them better than I can tell
Am
Dm
Niggas I came up with changing
F
up say they gone kill me
Dm
If they ever catch me slipping
F
Dm
F
I dont give a fuck, sincerely
Dm
I know they just emotional,
F
they love me, they fear me
Dm
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They like my women, they see me steering,
wish they was in it
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Jealousy, just feeding em negative energy
Dm
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I put my hands together praying
for my friend- emies
Dm
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Only let paper chasers dwell
Am
Dm
Can't violate the JET
Am
Dm
Am
code without penalty
Dm
Am
Even family get let go
Dm
"Fredo, you killing me"
I work hard, bloggers thinking
Dm
Dropping record after record
like them bitches slippery
Am
I like nice shit and I know how to get it
Am
Dm
it's not rocket science or Quantum Physics
Get on task fool, Trap til a trillion
Am
Wrote these raps in New Orleans and performed
Dm
Am
them in New Zealand
Dm
Am
Word to Pusha T and that's
Am
"My God", what a feeling
, Decepticon ceilings
Am
Dm
Push button disappearing
Am
Dm
when the drizzle clearing
I'll probably be laid in the enclave,
Dm
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Jet miss in the kitchen grilling up steaks
Dm
Am
Dm
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It'll smell like Ruth's Chris in a minute fool,
you want a plate?
Dm
The hero unsung when I'm done they'll say I'm great
Outro 1
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