Jets Over Boston Sammy Adams (Ft. Curren$y)

[Intro: Curren$y (Sammy Adams)]
Yeah (Adams)
(Yeah) Fly Jets Over Boston
Yeah oh
We not playing with 'em

[Verse 1: Sammy Adams]
White picket fence not me I'm on the top floor
Roof top city spot looking over all yours (I see ya)
Chillin' with a crush I don't really have time for
I'm the 3 white keys in C, you're a minor
Knew my shit bang when my music hit the highways
Found out that hard work pays off like Fridays
And, plenty of people do this our age
But don't seem to be blowin' like Penelope and Johnny's
Sorry, sound so big headed
I'm just flowin' no clue where this clouds headed (no way, no clue)
Never been addicted to the fame, no star fetish
You worried 'bout yours, but we count all of this, uh

[Hook: Curren$y]
All we gon' do is spit that reals
So if you fake then don't come round here
Oh you thought that this was your year?
There's the door get the fuck outta here
I'm not playin, I'm just sayin
I'm not playin, I'm just sayin
I'm not playin, I'm just sayin
I'm not playin