[Intro: Curren$y]
I'm with you bro
(?)
Yeah
Yup
Yup
Yup
Life
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Cruising in my 30's best shape of my life
Michelin S jersey, some light ice
Micro pendant, VV's in it this Jet Life
Can't complain about a thing cause my shit nice
Switch lanes like J and Jermaine
Gunning through red lights
New Orleans to the Alaskan turnpike
All night 'til we get it right
Recount it again down to the last cent
I got plans to be bigger than I already am
Jet Life radio 420 fm tuned in
Cause they know that Imma hit 'em with that cool shit
Post a pic of my new kicks on outfit grid
You could run up on us and you get out did
Might get laid down like them stick up kids
Gotta (?) listen to gangsta Gibbs
Straight player (?) on how I live
Peep how I slid
Like Karate Kid
Daniel son
Car stunts drop tops in the sun
Bout to split like a blunt but I don't smoke them
I got a cone full of funk from Dr. Greenthumb
Roll one up you sleep son
Can't puff with the G's son, you better leave son
Clouds of weed is all we breathing
Money to the ceiling all we seeing
A G all my life you wouldn't know the feeling
Yeah
East side on mine
I'm with you bro
(?)
Yeah
Yup
Yup
Yup
Life
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Cruising in my 30's best shape of my life
Michelin S jersey, some light ice
Micro pendant, VV's in it this Jet Life
Can't complain about a thing cause my shit nice
Switch lanes like J and Jermaine
Gunning through red lights
New Orleans to the Alaskan turnpike
All night 'til we get it right
Recount it again down to the last cent
I got plans to be bigger than I already am
Jet Life radio 420 fm tuned in
Cause they know that Imma hit 'em with that cool shit
Post a pic of my new kicks on outfit grid
You could run up on us and you get out did
Might get laid down like them stick up kids
Gotta (?) listen to gangsta Gibbs
Straight player (?) on how I live
Peep how I slid
Like Karate Kid
Daniel son
Car stunts drop tops in the sun
Bout to split like a blunt but I don't smoke them
I got a cone full of funk from Dr. Greenthumb
Roll one up you sleep son
Can't puff with the G's son, you better leave son
Clouds of weed is all we breathing
Money to the ceiling all we seeing
A G all my life you wouldn't know the feeling
Yeah
East side on mine
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