Jet Life - Life (feat. Trademark Da Skydiver & Young Roddy) Lyrics

[Verse 1: Trademark Da Skydiver]Official's the only way I ever keep itI'll let ya in on a little secret, sit back and peep itMe and my nigga eatin'Tracks back to back every day we dropping heaters while these suckers sleepin'Blogs posting up bullshit I know the reasonI ain't hating either, get ya money peopleSaying it's outta handDamn the game done gone bland so we came up with a plan to sprinkle some seasoningThe end result is we all at the table feastingSo wash it down with some Cliqo and commence to chiefingLost myself in the fog trying to find the meaningAlways knew I'd make it here one day believe meGo so hard on the track, I make it look easyMean mug when I spit cause I fucking mean itNo Tussin, constant puffing got me slightly leaningHaters pray we fall off but tell 'em keep dreaming[Verse 2: Young Roddy]Without a second to waste sportThat money staring at me in my faceShit I used to dream of this cream but now I got a tasteOf the good lifeOn bad nights they told me pump my brakesPlus I blaze so I gotta leave this placeGet away for a while causeWhere I'm coming from them niggas foulBut I ain't crying cause I done did some shit in my lifetimeThat I ain't proud ofJust trying to sip away that pain that I kept bottled upOr either smoke away that stress so twist that fire upI know I'm making money when my safe ain't wide enoughI know my buzz buzzing when my exes style me upNow do they love me or the way my money piling up?I never know so real talk I take it slowCause I know a couple bitches who play, they cutthroatAlong with a couple niggas who labeled John DoesRelax and take notes while I hit this fire smokeReporting live from my southcoast boy