Ashes To Ashes Curren$y

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(My homie [?])
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I think the music and the weed the only ones I trust
Ashes to ashes
Yeah (Jet Life)

[Verse 1]
Two hundred plus miles mashing
Rest in peace Princess Diana
Speeding through tunnels in London ducking cameras
Just an underground that didn't expect this to happen
I realize that I'm with my homie Don Cannon
He been traveling, his lifestyle provided by rapping
Hip-hop put me in the drop-top, digital trapping
Who you really mad with?
Seem like you ain't really want me to have this
But I copped that motherfucker and I'm smoking gas in it
Blowing money fast in it
Hustle hustle then I'm restacking it
Yeah yeah bitch pickin' up bags
My Phantom was just waxed
Paint look like wet glass, get your shit together
Original jet setters
Them mainstream rappers knowing that they looking in my direction for direction
We'll get into that shit on the next one
After the hook I'm in their chest son