Private Jet

[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