Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ashes to Ashes, artist - Curren$y. Album song Welcome to Jet Life Recordings, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Jet Life
Song language: English
Ashes to Ashes |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
(My homie) |
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust |
I think the music and the weed the only ones I trust |
Ashes to ashes |
Yeah (Jet Life) |
Two hundred plus miles mansion |
Rest in peace Princess Diana |
Speeding through tunnels in London ducking cameras |
Just an underground that didn’t expect this to happen |
I realize that I’m with my homie Don Cannon |
He been traveling, his lifestyle provided by rapping |
Hip-hop put me in the drop-top, digital trapping |
Who you really mad with? |
Seem like you ain’t really want me to have this |
But I copped that motherfucker and I’m smoking gas in it |
Blowing money fast in it |
Hustle hustle then I’m restacking it |
Yeah yeah bitch pickin' up bags |
My Phantom was just waxed |
Paint look like wet glass, get your shit together |
Original jet setters |
Them mainstream rappers |
Knowing that they looking in my direction for direction |
We’ll get into that shit on the next one |
After the hook I’m in their chest son |
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust |
I think my music and the weed the only ones I trust |
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust |
Thank God for the music and my weed |
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust |
I think the music and the weed the only ones I can trust |
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust |
Thank God for the music and… |
Why you got that Where you that from? |
Seen that before, you know you stole that from son |
I ain’t tripping off that 'cause I got more of them |
In the wine cellar laid up, I’m just storing them |
Crafting these books, pages get torn from the book |
But the real essence can’t be took |
A lot of niggas in the games are sharing my lane |
'Cause I thought we was the same but you proved yourself lame |
Back in the lab cheffing up that cocaine in my notepad |
All good woe, that’s just your bad, yeah |
Once you cross the underground you can’t go back, you know that |
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust |
I think my music and the weed the only ones I trust |
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust |
Thank God for the music and my weed, yup |
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust |
I think my music and the weed the only ones I trust |
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust |
Thank God for the music and the weed |