Personal Party Jet Life (Ft. Curren$y & Smoke DZA)

[Intro: Smoke DZA]
Uhhhh
Riiiight

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Flying down the westside, joint in my ear
One 'bout to get lit up, I'm 'bout to make it disappear
In thin air, feeling untouchable;
Tommy Buns, sincere. You think I give a fuck
About a red light? Niggas can't do it, so they dead tight
Hating on a young slick nigga that's gettin' it
Fly shit; I mastered it. Nothing like your average
Cookie patch, rugby bucket, lo-life Parrish smith
A nigga got to eat. Paraphernalia In my boxer briefs
It's monopoly, I need property
I ain't tryna end up like them previous lames
Caught up, no bail money, slumped in the game
Watch niggas lives flush down the drain
The results of not playin' they lane
Old head asked, "DZA, you in it for the money or fame?"
I said, "I'm in it for the legacy" - triple my change, nigga
(right)

[Chorus: Smoke DZA]
Minus the bull, life is great
Super high, out of space
Mind blown, got me on freeze
Plus everybody got they own trees
Its a personal party
(uh)
Light up at ya own pace, cause its a personal party
(uh)
I'm taking this one to the face, cause its a personal party
(pause)