Jet Life - Blow Up (feat. Trademark Da Skydiver & Young Roddy) | Текст песни

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• Jet Life
• Blow Up (feat. Trademark Da Skydiver & Young Roddy)

And I do it for the love of my hood;
It ain't no banking
Had a 9 to 5, part-time
But I'm full time slanging
My people would've killed me if they knew
What I was thinking
For the second time
I'm all about my Benjies-my Franklins
Raised in a section where they react without thinking
That's word to the big homie Jada
That we gon' make it
Seen so many niggas get
Caught up in they laces-straight slipping-
Like my first cousin who in that system
Or like my homie who became a victim;
That's cold blood
It's guerrilla warfare, so I load up
Still got a bad bitch to roll up
Still got big money that don't fold up
Still labeled a soulja
Still spazz
Like I got a chip that's on my shoulda
What you expect?
I never had nothing
And now this rap hustling bring a nigga mad money
But I ain't near done
I just got me a tune-up
I riding till my wheel bust, OWW

[Refrain: Tradmark Da Skydiver]
Roll one up, two up (two up)
Roll three up, four up (four up)
Jet set, my nigga
You know what we throw up
Jet misses on us
Cause we so wanted
I'm just getting my dough up
Got them bitches like "Hold Up"

Roll one up, two up (two up)
Roll three up, four up (four up)
Jet set, my nigga
You know what we throw up
Them haters on us
Cause we so wanted
I'm just getting my dough up
Nigga, this is the Blow Up

[Verse 2: Trademark Da Skydiver]
You know Trade, nigga
I'm all about a dolla'
If you ain't with that
You can scat
'Lil homie. Holla
Super villain out the East
I'm chiefed off marijuana
Somewhere, posted, roasted
Is where you'll prolly find him
With them killers behind him
I'm just chillin' and rhymin'
Lames nickel and dime-in'-
I'm on the block with the iron
Stay with the forty anywhere
Niggas'll get to firin'
I keep it G-
I'm just a product of my environment
Growing up in New Orleans, yeah
I've seen a lot of shit
I'm not saying I'm proud of it
But it made this:
A go-getter for chips
Double up and I flip
Never spend it on chicks-
Trying to upgrade the whips
Yeah, nigga, you know how the game go
Stack up, smash hoes-
Tomorrow the same old
Puff Mary Jane, make change
And change clothes
We riding till the wheels go flat
Nigga, let's roll