The Jets Son

Bet you never met a nigga like me

Spitta came for the Nike's, these checks written off

Payed to the order of, he who resides in the high-rises

Above the city of crime, our music changin' their minds

Opening eyes, you witness history

I am the epitome, of a nigga doin' what he please and getting cheese simultaneously

Their flows ain't as craze as these

I got a million of 'em, bet you out there, get the crowd moving with any of them

Got them going, got 'em coming

Spitta revolving. don't go around, merry-go

Suckas marry hoes, and try to turn them into housewives

After the show, she into telling with us, she's surprised

I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me

And stay in your own lane, nigga get your swag right

I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me

And stay in your own lane, nigga get your swag right

I'm doing my own thing, nigga-nig-nigga get your swag right

I'm doing my own thing, nigga-nigga get your swag right

I'm doing my own thing, nigga get your swag right

I'm doing my own thing, nigga-nig-nigga get your swag right

Gorilla in the mist, still on my Bape shit

Play with hoes in my Playcloths, shout out to the Clipse

Stroll through the mall, stop for some chicks, took a couple pics

Asked what's the same ole' shit

Oh so, play them old whips, you know how I roll

Chevy so fast, shawty's scared, ridin shotgun with her eyes closed

Niggas know I buy O's, like I'm on the Wheel of Fortune

Hope you get it, won't be too surprised if you didn't

Have to take a second listen, be my guest I ain't trippin

Women tell me you ain't like the other rappers, you different

Cause I don't put on a front, I put on for my city

I put my niggas on, and I put them on some bad bitches, yeah!

I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me

And stay in your own lane, nigga get your swag right

I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me

And stay in your own lane, nigga get your swag right

I'm doing my own thing, nigga-nig-nigga get your swag right

I'm doing my own thing, nigga-nigga get your swag right

I'm doing my own thing, nigga get your swag right

I'm doing my own thing, nigga-nig-nigga get your swag right

You know how it go down when I come in this bitch, ya heard me

Walk like a pimp, nigga talk real dirty

Ladies love my boy like I'ma prince or something

So I just chill back and play with their tits or somethin'

They don't mind, they be like "Go, Dee-Low!"

After the show, they like "Can we come, Dee-Low?"

Nah give me your digits and I'll give you a call

You know I'm all booked up, sorry ho

What do you expect, I'ma pimp, a balla' ho

You see the crew, you see the bong, you see the plane color floor

J-j-just watch us, I glow

If you Dee to the Low, me and Spitta bout to take a trip to Tokyo

I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me

And stay in your own lane, nigga get your swag right

I'm doing my own thing, you should stop doing me

And stay in your own lane, nigga get your swag right

I'm doing my own thing, nigga-nig-nigga get your swag right

I'm doing my own thing, nigga-nigga get your swag right

I'm doing my own thing, nigga get your swag right

I'm doing my own thing, nigga-nig-nigga get your swag right