Jet Fuel Curren$y (Ft. Street Wiz, Trademark Da Skydiver & Young Roddy)

[Intro: Curren$y]
Yeah, yeah
Back at it
Welcome to the Winner's Circle, nigga
Yeah

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Balcony rap, lawn chair, palm trees
Open up a sack, roll up like long sleeves
Nigga this is that, in the booth there's a calm breeze
Spitta Nigga in your ears where I oughta be
I don't crave attention but I won't let you ignore me
Spitta, yeah nigga that's him
With a Cali green politics New Era brim
Some people get mad when I talk about how fresh I am
But I keep doing it to aggravate them
Picking bubba kush buds off the stems
While my diamonds shine blue like a xenon lens
Make the baddest bitches fall out when I fall in, Spitta

[Verse 2]
Quick shift, vroom, I'ma take off
Accelerating fast, I'm just getting to the pay off
Zipping through the city, gettin' money til I lay off
The land of the fly, I'm just floating from the break off
Soaring through the sky, looking at it from another view
I see the sun shining, forty thou climate
I ain't never coming down, that's what I decided
I like it up here better, progressing from the [?]
Jet Fly forever, I stay high whenever
Whatever degrees I'ma [?] for cheddar
Heavy on the trees like I grew 'em all together
Roll it up and chief [?] my level
See me in the streets, fly gifted
I'm disappearing through the fog with a sky vision of this life high living
Bleeding my [?] til the day I reach the top
The FS Jet set never breath then stop, we coming