Private Jet

Lyrics

[Intro: J. Stone] Yeah [Chorus: J. Stone] Ask questions last, I'm the first to bust Nigga, I'ma die for my respect We jumped on tour in the tour bus But we came back in the private jet [Verse 1: J. Stone] Rollie on my wrist, diamonds on my neck (Yeah) I just wanna get rich, I ain't tryna flex (Real shit) Call Big Boy, nigga, call Flex I'm one of the best in the West and I got next (What else?) They ain't know my name, bet they know now (What else?) Yeah, I got that thing if it go down I was livin' fast when tryna slow down (Tell 'em what?) They was sleepin' on me, bet they woke now (Yeah) Yeah, they woke now (Yeah, yeah) They was sleepin' on me, but they woke now Fuck y'all awards, we just want them Billboards And them names in the Forbes [Chorus: J. Stone] Ask questions last, I'm the first to bust Nigga, I'ma die for my respect We jumped on tour in the tour bus But we came back in the private jet [Post-Chorus: J. Stone] Smokin' Backwoods on the PJ (Yeah) While we headed back to the West (Real shit) We jumped on tour in the tour bus But we came back in the private jet [Verse 2: J. Stone] I'ma go hard 'til it's nothin' left This all money in 'til my last breath I use to cook crack, use to be a chef Now a nigga rap, now I'm seein' checks (What else?) They say I lucked up, I just say I'm blessed (Yeah) I stay away from hoodrats 'cause they a mess (What else?) I stay away from fake niggas, they a mess (Yeah) If I wake up, every day I'm blessed We hostin' in Miami, shows up in Texas Two shows back-to-back in Atlanta, yes Two shows back-to-back in New York, yes I met Busta Rhymes and I met Flex Chopped it up with Casanova, Styles P lit Took shots with Jay-Z, you can't tell me shit Cops still harassin' niggas, can a nigga live? Yeah, they still blastin' niggas, they'll kill your kids [Chorus: J. Stone] Ask questions last, I'm the first to bust Nigga, I'ma die for my respect We jumped on tour in the tour bus But we came back in the private jet [Post-Chorus: J. Stone & Wale] Smokin' Backwoods on the PJ While we headed back to the West We jumped on tour in the tour bus (Folarin) But we came back in the private jet (Yeah, okay) [Verse 3: Wale] More haters than lovers, the plight of an artist A super eagle, I take my pigeons to Benihana's Baby mama hatin', either that or dislike me One half of me crazy, one half of me triflin' On behalf of this dying breed, I think I'm a beast Slidin' on beats like a fast receiver without no cleats Stefon Diggs with Lebron kicks, rep ya'll shit But still gotta be cautious because Whatever you do will do will come to you, yeah A kamikaze of karma cometh without a warning God sense of humor, it's honest but it's the coldest And we ain't gotta like it, my people so divided My anxiety spikin', I'm thinkin' of Hermias Drinkin' water, hide it, flirtin' with my vices Hurt so much, I smoke alone, boy, I'm flyin' private [Chorus: J. Stone] Ask questions last, I'm the first to bust Nigga, I'ma die for my respect We jumped on tour in the tour bus But we came back in the private jet [Post-Chorus: J. Stone] Smokin' Backwoods on the PJ While we headed back to the West We jumped on tour in the tour bus But we came back in the private jet