Songtext White ashes Curren$y

White ashes

(La Musica de Harry Fraud)

Agents stopped me on the jetway
Flashing badges before I boarded the plane asking to search my baggage
Asking me if I'm in a gang question me quite outlandishly
About my main mane just came from the bang
Tote Rolexes and diamond chains cause his partner done his thing
Set that aside like I said I would my name good
We get high as we fly the angels spoke to us
Sprinkle that coke on these musical notes
Foreign objects float as these Forgiatos roll
I get high as the goals I set
Championship bring the ladder to the goal I'm gonna cut down the net
Pinky ring to my neck
Jet Life for the whole stretch
Crack number 12, story to tell, Biggie life after death
Standard issue sweats, jersey Mitchell & Ness
Clyde Drex', I could loan some style to your stylist
Style less, zero mileage on those Corvettes we bought
Last night two in the morning you could hear us tearing them up like they were dirt bikes

Yeah you hear the pages in the rap book turn
White ashes from my jernt as it burns

You hear the pages in the rap book turn
White ashes from my jernt as it burns

You hear the pages in the rap book turn
White ashes from my jernt as it burns

You hear the pages in the rap book turn
White ashes from my jernt as it burns

You hear the pages in the rap book turn
White ashes from my jernt as it burns

Only spend money on Chevrolets and studio equipment
I smoke for free cause I got my own strains nigga
A couple of my homies got they own liquor companies
I want one too fool that's rubbing off on me
Crib got chandeliers and palm trees
My life cool as tie-dye long sleeve

You hear the pages in the rap book turn
White ashes from my jernt as it burns

You hear the pages in the rap book turn
White ashes from my jernt as it burns

You hear the pages in the rap book turn
White ashes from my jernt as it burns

You hear the pages in the rap book turn
White ashes from my jernt as it burns