Paroles There it is Curren$y

There it is

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
W? seen hits before them niggas could hit us
Bitch you d?aling 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