Текст песни Jets Fly High (feat. Techsolo & Jet) - Marcus B.

Yeah
Long live Jet
For real

Jets fly high
We never go low
We were meant to soar the sky's
You can see us float
Jets fly high
Bro was a goat
Freestyling for hours
This music all we know

On this trip to the top
They say it's bumps in the roads
Knew that I would take some L's
But not one of the bros
Every time I dropped an album
Bro would hit up my phone
Told me that he seen me working
Wanted to get what I'm on
I got 12 voice memos that he sent to my phone
The hood gone eat you
It's the belly of the beast mane
Surviving in the jungle where we all trynna be king
Hyenas moving shaky
Your own kind be hating
You would think that if you made it
Your people would celebrate ya
It's a problem with these black on black crimes
We need to save these black lives
I stay distant from my opposition
Can't see penitentiary
This next line is contraction
But I swear I wish bro would've been the shooter
Least he would've still been here
But man

Jets fly high
We never go low
We were meant to soar the sky's
You can see

Can't believe my nigga left me
We were supposed to be out in miami riding jet skis
Now I'm staring at the phone
Hoping one day you text me
I really cant see my nigga again
That shit perplex me
That shit make me wanna murder everybody in this bitch
Do a homie in this bitch
Being up at 4 am
My nigga how could I forget
I don't understand it
So many different ways you coulda finished this life
It don't sit with me right
This is not how I planned it
They told me this world was mine
But if it was you would be back on this planet
My nigga gone
How could I take it for granted
This shit titanic
How could the journey finish fore we ever began it
But listen bro
Love you dog
Promise you gone live forever
I just thought we'd have a chance to do all of this shit together

And now I look at myself like damn
I was way dumber
But I look back at myself
And I give myself a high-five for bringing me here
During the high tide the water was low
I couldn't even swim
I couldn't even float
I had sunk to the bottom and I just found myself
Like damn my nigga
Why did I drown myself
But I reincarnated the same day like hey
My name is Jet
J-E-T it's spelled the same way
The flyest nigga in the plane
First class
I hope I don't crash but if I do I'll be glad
Because everybody clapped and applauded for my music
And my lyrics
It was used to influence
The generations of the future
I hope
I don't really know
But my shit is dope
Like fresh off the stove
Whipped up like it was some coke
I got time on the beat and I'm gonna just float
Wanna float like
I spit liquid gold like this shit really cold like
Like a cold night in the motherfuckin' winter
I know that I'm a sinner
But soon I'll be a winner
And hopefully