There It Is - Curren$y

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Uh, uh

Back to back Cadillacs, black on black

Action Jackson, these niggas…

Huh, yeah

Back to back Cadillacs, black on black

Action Jackson, these niggas think they can rap

Pedal to the floor, '97 Polo Sport boat shoes

Smoking gorilla glue on a golf course

Never had source

But I’m the owner of a sought after Ferrari horse

Therefor underground rap star of some sort

Musical drug lord smoking out his sports cars

Been through it all, not bitter

But I’m quite thankful for the experience, I’m richer for it

Clearly the bigger person seen the bigger picture

We seen hits before them niggas could hit us

Bitch you dealing with one of the top rhyme spitters

I’m hella high everywhere I am

Hustle paid the rent and it bought the Bent

Put up a picket fence, bought the crib

My feet kicked up, the incense lit

There it is

Yes, I slid off the grid, big ass kid

Twenty pack of Kool-Aid Jammers in the fridge

Macaroni and barbecue ribs, straight diggin' in

Bad bitch in the kitchen made the pot flip

Full as a tick

Grinding up a nugget then I twist

Back in the mix

Niggas tellin' their big brother Spitta back on his shit

stomper, big numbers

Low riders stuntin'

Winter to summer, nothing

I wasn’t bluffin' when I said I was coming back

To leave them motherfuckers with their noses runnin'

Dozing off on each other

Gettin' high fighting over

just pushing and shovin', graphic depiction

Put you bitches right in the middle of it

Food for thought, not for niggas with weak stomachs

Yeah, there it is

Jet Life, yeah