Yeah, Tony said Frank wouldn't last
Now Frank warmin' upstairs packin' bags
Survival of the fittest, a sponsor no longer living
Plight of these kept ass bitches
When the dreams all ended and the bars slam
Cast your clothes
Welcome to the school of hard knocks
You ain't know you was enrolled?
Cold I know, what's colder is these streets
When your name no longer hot, you feel me
Seen niggas and bitches go through a dope game
And the music lifestyle hard to attain
But it's easy to get used to it, try to maintain
Under pressure only few do it
And that's what inspires you to try, the gleam in your eye
Manifested in your mind then you start your climb
Rememberin' whoever you step onto to come up
You may meet them another time
Fuck em, no
If the foot was in the other shoe
Them niggas would stand on you to get a better view
Tellin' you the truth while takin' them to school
Fools don't think how I think can't see these lines
Like I'm scribblin' invisible ink in these tablets
Jet life commandments
Though shall not rest until I make my whole fam rich
Fuck you take me for?
One of them sucker niggas who forget to set when he blow
Never that JLR, we'll have this whole world changed by tomorrow
Lighters and ozium in my cars and no way am I playin' with y'all
When I say I'm so high, if I was to trip and fall
I'd land on Mars but don't mistake my highness for blindness
Giving me them fake smiles, I know what's behind them
I swim with the sharks everyday, you backstroking with the guppies
Supposedly big dawgs get chopped down to puppy size
Utterly youthanized by these flows I been craftin'
Secretly in my labyrinth, sleepin' on a charred mattress
Night so hot, get that girl to the pool before she pass out
Livin' in a Lambo, new Ferarri, underneath the car put my land show
If I'm into your part of reserve me some weather park
I'm not sure what you thought, fuck, pullin' off onto my lot
Got twenty minutes free, how 'bout a fast brunch
Pitch me whatever proposals you want
No promises though, I got a lot on my plate
No ham omelets, I'm on my conglomerate
Word to the kid willing to fly
Always on top of shit, really
Jet life, jet life
Write my way to a million looking out the plane's windows
Write my way to a million looking out the plane's windows
Write my way to a million looking out the plane
Roll one up for them haters, I'm just counting my paper
Roll one up for them haters, I'm just counting my paper
Talking captivating the digits when my skydiving the cut
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