"Boarding The JETS""
TWON PUNCHO ALMOST PERFECT ENTERTAINMENT A.P.E. Boarding the jet, man, we finally made it, All the late-night grinding, yeah, I calculated. Count the paper as we fly, touch the ceiling of the stars, No limits to the vision, taking off, we going far! Stepped up the stairs, let the pilot take the wheel, Pinch me on the arm, man, I gotta make it real. No more waiting in the lines, no more stressing on the floor, Just swiping that black card right at the VIP door. Stood ten toes down when the pockets were on zero, Now I'm living out the dream, my own damn hero. Fast-track living, yeah, we moving way up high, Got the engine roaring loud as we punch into the sky. [Chorus] Boarding the jet, man, we finally made it, All the late-night grinding, yeah, I calculated. Count the paper as we fly, touch the ceiling of the stars, No limits to the vision, taking off, we going far! [Verse 2] Leather seats back, sipping on the bubbly, If you talking 'bout the hustle, man, you gotta love me. Used to count the pennies, now I'm stacking up the commas, Bought a penthouse view just to spoil up my mama. Luggage loaded in the back, clear the runway for the takeoff, I put the work in, never settling for a lay-off. This is victory music for the ones who stayed down, Now I’m stepping off the tarmac in a brand new town. [Chorus] Boarding the jet, man, we finally made it, All the late-night grinding, yeah, I calculated. Count the paper as we fly, touch the ceiling of the stars, No limits to the vision, taking off, we going far! [Outro] Yeah. Jet fuel and ambition. We in the air. Finally made it. Gone.
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TWON PUNCHO ALMOST PERFECT ENTERTAINMENT A.P.E. Boarding the jet, man, we finally made it, All the late-night grinding, yeah, I calculated. Count the paper as we fly, touch the ceiling of the stars, No limits to the vision, taking off, we going far! Stepped up the stairs, let the pilot take the wheel, Pinch me on the arm, man, I gotta make it real. No more waiting in the lines, no more stressing on the floor, Just swiping that black card right at the VIP door. Stood ten toes down when the pockets were on zero, Now I'm living out the dream, my own damn hero. Fast-track living, yeah, we moving way up high, Got the engine roaring loud as we punch into the sky. [Chorus] Boarding the jet, man, we finally made it, All the late-night grinding, yeah, I calculated. Count the paper as we fly, touch the ceiling of the stars, No limits to the vision, taking off, we going far! [Verse 2] Leather seats back, sipping on the bubbly, If you talking 'bout the hustle, man, you gotta love me. Used to count the pennies, now I'm stacking up the commas, Bought a penthouse view just to spoil up my mama. Luggage loaded in the back, clear the runway for the takeoff, I put the work in, never settling for a lay-off. This is victory music for the ones who stayed down, Now I’m stepping off the tarmac in a brand new town. [Chorus] Boarding the jet, man, we finally made it, All the late-night grinding, yeah, I calculated. Count the paper as we fly, touch the ceiling of the stars, No limits to the vision, taking off, we going far! [Outro] Yeah. Jet fuel and ambition. We in the air. Finally made it. Gone.
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