Forever

Yeah
 Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
 Jet Life, nigga, yeah
 This that
 Treadmill in front the window
 Looking out over the skyline while you get your morning jog in
 You know what I'm saying?
 Then smokin' a joint in a robe type shit, yeah, yeah, uh
 Look at these gold Bapes move at a hustler's pace
 My bitch got style and grace, match when we go on dates
 Out the country or in the States, stunt either way
 Never dream 'bout gettin' paid, wide awake and making plays
 All day, every day, tennis bracelets, sparkling water, Perrier
 Rapid fire, Russian K's, how quick I think of shit to say
 Like an instruction manual on how to increase your value
 You know a player stay dipped, dripping 'isms all over the place
 Flows as vintage as the frames on my face
 Hold it together like stitches
 Don't fall apart front them critics
 They only watching you
 'Cause they waiting for you to flop, bruh
 I show 'em different
 So much colder than 'em
 Tried to check my appearance and seen a frozen image in the mirror
 That ain't no filter, that's real icicles, my nigga
 Baby girl, you gotta level up 'fore I can kick it with you
 We could be friends forever
 If we make M's together, yeah
 We could be friends forever
 If we make M's together, yeah
 We could be friends forever
 If we make M's together, girl, yeah
 We could be friends forever
 If we make M's together, yeah
 We gon' have to send some of this shit to Statik
 Right when you pour you another mimosa
 This that feeling
 Oh Statik, I got something you need to get with, G