[00:00.000] 作词 : Jordan Eugene Summers[00:00.509]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah[00:02.549]Yeah, hold up[00:04.969]Kiss me, love (kiss me)[00:09.275]Oh stay, please girl[00:14.111]Kiss me, love (kiss me)[00:17.899]Oh stay, please girl (uh)[00:23.104]Lord, let me get my cash right[00:25.304]I'm tryna fly, still tired from last night[00:27.697]Putting that work in to all of my earthlings[00:29.723]When them haters actin' up, gotta give 'em that act right[00:32.076]Back up on the scene with some flame shit[00:34.089]Different 'cause these niggas all be comin' with the same shit[00:36.324]I don't play, this here has never been a game, bitch[00:38.667]I'm gonna leave with the same niggas I came with[00:40.925]I ain't phased by competition[00:42.557]Flame the competition[00:43.530]These niggas can't hang, get banged by composition[00:46.124]Any given Sunday, I'm the cherry on top that stop that[00:48.654]I be on the crown like a top hat[00:50.847]Word to your taper[00:51.896]Nerds on the caper[00:52.952]Jerks, I done fell and ate dirt with more flavor[00:55.369]Everybody know that Jet's a legend in training[00:57.594]Everything gravy, all biscuit, no bacon[00:59.931]I been so lost, now I'm on point[01:02.100]Don't mimic my gimmick, work on finding your own voice[01:04.530]Mixin' your own sauce, being your own boss[01:06.680]'Cause life's a frisbee, so I be throwed off[01:08.982]These niggas always tellin' me how hip - hop died out[01:11.359]Same time I'm flying, tryna get my rhymes out[01:13.699]Tryna spread love, what I'm sayin' is so real[01:15.968]Tired of seeing Graham Dukes payin' her own bills[01:18.510]I gotta floss, God[01:19.562]Never get off job[01:20.606]Working through every seasoning done made me the sauce god[01:23.110]Droppin' that A +, and I don't say much[01:25.211]But if they hatin' it's only 'cause them niggas ain't us[01:27.639]It's Jetson