Текст песни Private Jet Freestyle - D. James

Yeah, ayy, got the studio 'n shit on the private jet

On this jet I write, it's a lonely night
I travel all day, glad I made it away
Slowly gliding away, friends and family
They tend to miss me, I been shifting
Up and down, turbulence shaking
Can't wait to touch the ground
Slowly I bounce, from place to place
Say, "Fuck Sacramento", okay I'm calm
Look, security givin' me anxiety
Tryna be something I'm not, hopin' they accepting me
Not the cops and shit, I mean the fans is lit
Start to dig ya grave, ya dig?
My phone broke, now I be livin' alone
2 days in the city, yeah, I wanna go home
Leave me alone, why y'all buggin' me?
Taught my bros to write, gave 'em a place in the industry
Told my hoes, "Go home, leave ya number, you can't live with me"
Crash a brand new whip, how I dip, catch a misdemeanor
I fuck on yo' bitch, how I live, now you mad at me
I drop shitty hits, just to shit, on your best one
Under the sun I bathe, up in the rain it's pourin'
How you like my rays? Well it stings
No intended pun, I'm not fuckin' with no gun
Death don't scare me, I seen enough
Like a nic' fiend I puff, keep my homies in touch
In touch with luck, my rhyme scheme
Oh fuck, we 'bout to touch down
Spit words and we can bust rounds
Told 'em don't fuss now
Hop in a cab and I can sit down
Paid the fucker twice what he was owed
Just to get me home, sit on my icey fuckin' throne
Gotta pee, oh yep that's me, end your pedigree
Fuck your family tree, oh so you edgy?
Oh how cute you think you're bullet proof?
Messy, not the futball player, dawg I'm talkin'
Whiskey in my veins, burnin' up my blood stream
Talkin' hella shit, but wont say it to me
Connect flights got me up all night
My blood stream filled with melatonin, it's hella poutine
But I still can't fall asleep
Wish I was home, oh shit, I said I was
I guess I lied, everything a facade
I'm God's decibel, you can check the Bible
Shit or my notes, where I keep my best written performances
I keep hella hoes and shit
Too many instances where I'm cheated on
I don't give a fuck though
Ridin' real slow, tuck the TEC low
Bust fast as fuck, keep 9 rhymes in this semi-auto flow
I don't ever stop, I'ma god with this shit
Album of the year, still I'm fuckin' better than this
Ten inch bezels, got my wrist all glowin' and shit
I'm the devil, you misfit, slit ya wrist
I'm on a mission, no link shit
Pink slips and Caddy's, all my hoes say daddy
T said he slipped some pink Xannies
And danced around the house in all over print panties
My brains goin' Yonkers, 'cause every time I rap I go harder
Wayne said to, "Let it fly," Tha Carter V
People wishin' death to I, yet none have tried
In the sheets she a demon, petrified
I feel like Kanye, 'cause I love me
Shit, so does she
Like a soda machine, I be spittin' till I'm empty
Four minute beat, shit, four syllables
My ego keeps changin', it's distillable
I'ma lyrical mastermind
Got so many bodies, that's like 9 lives
Yet I'm still alive, keep the pen beside me
My notebook filled, think I'm finally empty