The Type Curren$y & The Alchemist (Ft. Prodigy)

[Intro: Curren$y]
Yeah, fool
Yeah, yeah
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life (Yeah)
Not yet, yeah
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Yeah, uhh

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Let the lil' homie kick it in the auto shop with us
Long as he can make store runs and keep his mouth shut
Same way I came up, all my triple-O's was hood famous
Nice guy surrounded by wolves, wild dangerous
That’s where I gained this cool
Walk this talk, you trying to duplicate and make twos
All you do is make fools of yourselves
Underground jewels, Chester Copperpot, waddling in the wishing well
Evidence niggas done failed tryna get close to the Jet code
But it will never be deciphered by a rookie pilot
That’s why I sit opposite the driver, '63 Impala
Bad bitch, chain steering wheel, guidance
I’m out the window sky-watching
Plotting as usual—that’s what I’m doing when I quiet
Can’t remember shorty name but she had that loud pack
That other night in Tallahassee, and I thank her for that
Fine, freaky, sending snaps with her legs behind her back
In the wee hours of the morning, picture-mailing that she horny
But love, I'm tryna fuck with this money