[Intro: Curren$y]
(Statik Selektah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
La-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da
La-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da
Bullet holes through the pillowcase, you slept to death
Yeah, yeah (We Jets, stay baked and fresh, look at how I step)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
La-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da (Uh)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Bullet holes through the pillowcase, you slept to death
We up, we Jets, stay baked and fresh, look at how I step
Out these Air Max blending with my sweats, live like '95
TV in the Pathfinder, watch "New Jersey Drive"
Thinking about a heist, thinking about my life, getting high
This shit nice, I can't lie
But it came from a grind, this wasn't overnight
This was over an extended period of time
They tried to throw me in the box, cover it with rocks
I expanded on my house, purchased some mo' drops
Legal hustle, Andretti OG the cash crop, dope to smoke in the spot
Come and see us, we out, I'm easy to spot
Low rider, no top, three wheel up the block, throw up a Jet Life
A peace sign and then a Eastside
Stare in the mirror, turn the lights off and say me name three times
And I appear through the smoke: Andretti, Andretti, Andretti and a Nissan
Skyline, we often missed, the child crazy high
Me and Statik got them coupes in traffic
Them bitches looking at us but we duck 'em if they goofy acting
Baby I'm a hundred, everywhere your dude be lacking
Any time you see me, you witnessing magic happen
Sycamore died, my wallet still perfectly matching my Phantom, yeah
[Interlude: Curren$y & Cousin Stizz]
Match the Phantom, yeah (Yeah)
I might Instagram her (Ayy)

[Verse 2: Cousin Stizz]
Bullet holes through the pillowcase, you slept to death
Rookie of the year still be moving with the vets
Stizzy from the bottom, how we out there with the Jets
Cause he don't be impressed, he was always thinking next
Low riders, that Spitta style, I need more exotic
You make foes when you hold profit
You make business and you make millions
You lose money when you chase women
And I ain't tripping 'long as fam eat like Thanksgiving
Ain't willing to let up the motor
My moms say to move slower but that ain't gon' hold us over
Your bitch fell in love cause the ice I'm rocking polar
She know where I'm from, ain't no way I'm getting colder
Keep the car running, homie, if you pulled us over
I lost my brother that way, a lesson from the corner
One minute you here, the next day you a goner
So I'ma sing your favorite song whenever I ain't sober
Real life