Jet Life
What happened to the girl that grew up in church?
She was a pretty little thing with one hell of a worth.
The way she walked, the way she moved.
Oh my God she would give me the blues.
Babygirl not a little girl anymore.
The mishaps of life left her mind, body, and soul a little sore.
20, no kids, a few jobs, you'd think she was at the top.
Truth be told she thinks about death alot.
No one really knows what lies behind the pearly whites.
Most guys only want one night.
Wine and dine make her feel all fine.
On the floor bumping and grinding,
Baby everything is alright.
He can't wait to get her home to lay down that pipe.
She know its wrong but she doesn't wanna be alone.
See alone she has to deal with the past.
Sip slow, live fast.
No new friends is what Drake say.
Those who doubted her will pay.
Everybody wanna tell her what she needs
You can play a role in her life but not the lead.
She doesn't want geed.
She's just trying to take heed.
Young as an intern
Money like she run ish.
She just wanna be her own boss.
To whom much is given, you gotta pay the cost.
God is the savior and for Him she'll bare the cross.
She thought she took the road less traveled.
Now looking at where she is, I'm still baffled.
It ain't no thang.
Nothing but a G thang.
Hustle Gang.
Just keep on grinding.
Soon you're gonna be shinning.
Baby don't listen to what they have to say.
They just wanna be you anyway.
Gone head.
Do yo thang.
And let them hate.
Stop worrying so much, He got this.
Now let's get this money.
This jet you don't wanna miss.
It's time for take off.
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