Curren$y - Incarcerated Scarfaces lyrics
[Curren$y - Incarcerated Scarfaces lyrics]
He looks determined, without being ruthless
Something heroic in his manor (Yup, Yup)
There's a courage about him
Doesn't look like a killer (yeah, yeah)
Comes across so calm
Act's like he has a dream
(At the drop spot every morning)
Full of passion
(More keys than you could want)
You don't trust me huh? You know why
(Doing it for fun) i do
We're not supposed to trust anyone
In our profession anyway (Do what I want)
(yeah, yeah, Do it cause I want)
(Do it cause you don't, cause you won't)
Uh, marble cake watch sliding out the 'Rarri
Smoke a zip with the young
Killers outside the party
Don't get stole, soul snatched from your body
Talk slick to strapped niggas
Knowing you ain't got it tried to school em
This is drug dealer college that logic
Could bring you profit if you applied it
Instead of laying up homie
Entertaining gossip
I swear some of them niggas
Need to see the gynecologist
Jet Life, this mafia shit
Stashed the Corvette and the luggage set
By my one doctor bitch
At the drop of a hat, I could hop scotch the
Plenty stacks from this digital trap
Now you see me, now you don't
Buying pretty much anything I could want
Hustling, like I don't have a
Home and a studio with the bone
Stuffing hella game in these songs
I came in the Range with the fog lights on
Smoking champagne, only the finest strains
You still smoking on that
Motherfucking reg strain
While I'm running on that 93 octane
Audio Dope Man, Dope Man
Real as a motherfucker and so
Is my gold chain
Penning that cocaine and you know mane
You know mane yeah
Weed & Instrumentals
Yeah dadada da da
Dadada da da jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Something heroic in his manor (Yup, Yup)
There's a courage about him
Doesn't look like a killer (yeah, yeah)
Comes across so calm
Act's like he has a dream
(At the drop spot every morning)
Full of passion
(More keys than you could want)
You don't trust me huh? You know why
(Doing it for fun) i do
We're not supposed to trust anyone
In our profession anyway (Do what I want)
(yeah, yeah, Do it cause I want)
(Do it cause you don't, cause you won't)
Uh, marble cake watch sliding out the 'Rarri
Smoke a zip with the young
Killers outside the party
Don't get stole, soul snatched from your body
Talk slick to strapped niggas
Knowing you ain't got it tried to school em
This is drug dealer college that logic
Could bring you profit if you applied it
Instead of laying up homie
Entertaining gossip
I swear some of them niggas
Need to see the gynecologist
Jet Life, this mafia shit
Stashed the Corvette and the luggage set
By my one doctor bitch
At the drop of a hat, I could hop scotch the
Plenty stacks from this digital trap
Now you see me, now you don't
Buying pretty much anything I could want
Hustling, like I don't have a
Home and a studio with the bone
Stuffing hella game in these songs
I came in the Range with the fog lights on
Smoking champagne, only the finest strains
You still smoking on that
Motherfucking reg strain
While I'm running on that 93 octane
Audio Dope Man, Dope Man
Real as a motherfucker and so
Is my gold chain
Penning that cocaine and you know mane
You know mane yeah
Weed & Instrumentals
Yeah dadada da da
Dadada da da jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life