Uh, White carpet in my scarface house
No undergarments on my star-faced spouse
My Abita
twistin reefer 
and delivering that dough
to the front door, 
like a pizza
Carrying her own weight
Financially she don't need me
She just in love with a real nigga
continuously weeded
At my undisclosed location
My growth space, 
is readin
up on vintage V-12 engines
and the greatest strains this season
And I grind, for that very reason
The toxic air that i'm breathin'
Will leave the average man weakened
Watermarks still on the houses, 
as I drive by em
crack the sunroof, let a cloud out it.
Trill shit
Next time I vacate
I'm bringin' all my cars on the plane with me
Lord say the same, we gone make it 
and show our folks 
how to make them millions
Grappling hooks scaling the building
Rap with no hooks
I'm high, 
high is you feeling?
Captain Hook
Wilding n Ceiling
Don't go stealing
That shit hurt
I know the feeling
These niggas will borrow your style
like you wasn't about to go do nothing with it
Thats why I only kick it with real niggas,
like Dom Kennedy,
and people I aint gotta name
cause' they was probably here gettin high with me
If you don't know where to put it at,
then don't ride with it
all day they try to lose you in the system
for some weed in my city
in the harp, ain't no love or no pity
looking for charity?
If that dog don't hunt,
don't come in the woods with it.

Jet Life


                          Thanks to dre for correcting these lyrics

                          Thanks to ryan for correcting these lyrics