Wave Race lyrics

[Intro]
(Jets, n*gga, now where haven't we)
Jets, n*gga, now where haven't we
(f*ckboys wonderin' if they—)
b*tches know the planes
And you can't do a thing
(Not to let this bullsh*t become us, we the—)
(My main concern is being—)

[Verse 1]
Good weed, bad b*tches among us
Try our best not to let this bullsh*t become us
We the Jets, n*gga, only God is above us
f*ck being next, my main concern is being current
Cool grey Spike Lee, soles is transparent
Just like ya facade, I see through it, I know you scary
Real recognise real, so when real n*ggas see ya
We don’t know who you is, Slim said stay G
n*gga, that’s what I did, got the XXL cover
And started feel more and more that I could do it independent
f*ck a deal, uh
It came to me like a song I wrote
I told Nesby pull the beat up, whoa, I'm ready to go
Boldly, where no other emcee's gon' before
Them hoes at the door, let 'em in, they bringin' the smoke
Life's good, pimp, I can’t trip
I just know what to do with my loot, I ain't rich
Fools goin' broke tryna outdo me
Bank account suffering from withdrawals like Pookie, yeah
(Where haven't we been)
(Jets, n*gga, where haven't we)
[Chorus]
Good weed, bad b*tches among us
Try our best not to let this bullsh*t become us
We the Jets, n*gga, only God is above us
f*ck being next, my main concern is being current
(Current, current, current, where haven’t we)
Good weed, bad b*tches among us
Try our best not to let this bullsh*t become us
We the Jets, n*gga, only God is above us
f*ck being next, my main concern is being current
(Current, current, current, current)

[Verse 2]
Uh, And I'm still on it
I don't do the big speakers, but I put the wheels on 'em
Never been jacked, I’m still on 'em
Not reppin', just respected in my city as one of the big homies
Remembering my days as a underling
Runnin' with the older high rollers, now I'm one of them
Loc'd out, resort style, Bermuda
Smokin' Purple Buddha outta hookah
On a beanbag with a sexy thirty-eight year old cougar
Struck it rich f*ckin' oil tycoons in Houston
Said another n*gga she f*ckin' had out her up on my music
I say thank you for that fantasy’s alley-oop, kid
Uh, I don’t know how you live
But I’m on the run like a flight risk fugitive
Motion picture, Harrison Ford, Spitta
I didn’t kill my wife, but any beat can get it
Ain’t nann n*gga iller
Explosive and fly, surface-to-air missile, yeah
[Chorus]
Good weed, bad b*tches among us
Try our best not to let this bullsh*t become us
We the Jets, n*gga, only God is above us
f*ck being next, my main concern is being current
(Yeah)
Good weed, bad b*tches among us
Try our best not to let this bullsh*t become us
We the Jets, n*gga, only God is above us
f*ck being next, my main concern is being current
(Current, current, current, where haven’t we)
(Good weed, bad b*tches among us)
(Try our best)