"Ashes To Ashes" lyrics
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
(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
