Running lyrics

[Verse 1]
I smoke papers, I spit razors
I drive race cars, I rock Bapestas
I know Lupe, we are lasers
I know groupies who do favours
I know true G's who do capers
I had neighbors who salad bake-up
Kilos, quakers, shake was paid for
Now it's the audio dope they beg for
Suckas, know I’m the originator
Unfadeable type of playa
And I got lowriders, run with outsiders
Two-sides of the track, this the wrong side
Do a bong rip, send me a money wire
Thirteen inch chrome on white-wall tires
Candy paint, you know a G driving
And the passenger got a sweet body
Yeah, she fly, yеah, we ride
Know wherе we reside, on the Eastside
She already talkin' bout she high
And I only hit the weed three times
Yeah, her sunglasses got peace signs
Vibed out and f*cked three times
I got Bentleys, I got Benzes
I really do though, I'm not just sayin' it
[Chorus]
Jet Life, this that original playa sh*t
Money all over everywhere, b*tch
Those who work for it, we gon' share with
Jet Life, this that original playa sh*t
Money all over everywhere, b*tch
Those who work for it, we gon' share with

[Verse 2]
I smoke papers, I spit razors
I drive race cars, I rock Bapestas
I know Lupe, we are lasers
I know groupies who do favours
I know true G's who do capers
I had neighbors who salad bake-up
Kilos, quakers, shake was paid for
Now it's the audio dope they beg for
Suckas, know I’m the originator
Unfadeable type of playa
And I got lowriders, run with outsiders
Two-sides of the track, this the wrong side
Do a bong rip, send me a money wire
Thirteen inch chrome on white-wall tires
Candy paint, you know a G driving
And the passenger got a sweet body
Yeah, she fly, yeah, we ride
Know where we reside, on the Eastside
She already talkin' bout she high
And I only hit the weed three times
Yeah, her sunglasses got peace signs
Vibed out and f*cked three times
I got Bentleys, I got Benzes
I really do though, I'm not just sayin' it
[Chorus]
Jet Life, this that original playa sh*t
Money all over everywhere, b*tch
Those who work for it, we gon' share with
Jet Life, this that original playa sh*t
Money all over everywhere, b*tch
Those who work for it, we gon' share with

[Verse 3]
I smoke papers, I spit razors
I drive race cars, I rock Bapestas
I know Lupe, we are lasers
I know groupies who do favours
I know true G's who do capers
I had neighbors who salad bake-up
Kilos, quakers, shake was paid for
Now it's the audio dope they beg for
Suckas, know I’m the originator
Unfadeable type of playa
And I got lowriders, run with outsiders
Two-sides of the track, this the wrong side
Do a bong rip, send me a money wire
Thirteen inch chrome on white-wall tires
Candy paint, you know a G driving
And the passenger got a sweet body
Yeah, she fly, yeah, we ride
Know where we reside, on the Eastside
She already talkin' bout she high
And I only hit the weed three times
Yeah, her sunglasses got peace signs
Vibed out and f*cked three times
Yeah, I got Bentleys, I got Benzes
I really do though, I'm not just sayin' it