HIGH STAKES (feat. Curren$y)

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Jersey Boy

Jersey Boy is the twelfth studio album by country artist Eddie Rabbitt. It was released in 1990 by Capitol Records. The album produced five singles including "On Second Thought", the final number one country hit of Rabbitt's career, and "American Boy", which became a popular song among American soldiers and citizens during the Gulf War. Jersey Boy reached number 34 on country album charts. Allmusic gave the album four out of five stars citing the tracks "Only One Love in My Life", "Feel Like a Stranger" and "Tennessee Born and Bred" as songs "that Eddie Rabbitt fans might especially enjoy." more »

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When the stakes is high you gotta rise to the occasion right?
Jersey Boy, I spelled it out with currencies
Now I'm in here with Curren$y (Yeah)
Jet Life til the next life (Yeah)
Raw Creation always with the vibrations
Uh, swung by on the car phone, niggas lookin'
Six pots on the stove, everybody cookin'
Jet Life over hoes, f*ck how you took it
I'ma shoot ya straight bro, everybody crooked
Risk was large but we took it, we not pussy
'61 Impala, hydraulics and new bushings
Sittin' outside plottin' on how to push it (Yeah)
To the limit just how Scarface did it
You niggas bound to fall living outside of ya means
I'm not in to playing pretend I'm in to living my dreams
I used to ride modest but now I'm pushin' a Beam
I guess objects in the mirror ain't as far as they seem, huh
Pardon the gas fumes, you know cash rules
But I'm getting it free when I'm making her cream
Ain't talkin' bout the fit when I say I'm reigning supreme
They see me do it with ease, so it make 'em believe
Then they fall flat I guess it ain't easy as it seem, right?
If you was in my shoes wouldn't even leave a crease right?
I don't combat with mere mortals, this ain't no street fight
Swung by on the car phone, niggas lookin'
Six pots on the stove, everybody cookin'
Jet Life over hoes, f*ck how you took it
I'ma shoot ya straight bro, everybody crooked
Risk was large but we took it, we not pussy
'61 Impala, hydraulics and new bushings
Sittin' outside plottin' on how to push it
To the limit just how Scarface did it
Or them Rozay lyrics, pour some OJ in it
A lil cut on that Henny, stack and spend it
We in them vintage Brabus Benz's
I'm that nigga, they just made in my image
This is God given not gimmicks
This that championship for pendants
First place, medals, golden cup
The winners have entered, raise your glasses to us, yeah
Raise them glasses up, I mean how many really catchin' us
Nada da, nada, nada, nada, nada
It's high stakes but the faith is much higher
Swung by on the car phone, niggas lookin'
Six pots on the stove, everybody cookin'
Jet Life over hoes, f*ck how you took it
I'ma shoot ya straight bro, everybody crooked
Risk was large but we took it, we not pussy
'61 Impala, hydraulics and new bushings
Sittin' outside plottin' on how to push it
To the limit just how Scarface did it
From nothing to something like Loso
You niggas ain't fresh to def not even so so
I never been a poser barely even like taking photos
Nowadays I only use the 'Gram just for promo
I always wanted to be part of something bigger
But the way that niggas act I had to reconsider
Tried a couple of times still I had to reconfigure
Better off solo, I mean it's only one horse on a real Polo
No association, use betrayal for motivation
I thrive in isolation the microphone is meditation
How you treat me with contempt like you know my contemplation
Don't wait until the end until you have a revelation, word up
Swung by on the car phone, niggas lookin'
Six pots on the stove, everybody cookin'
Jet Life over hoes, f*ck how you took it
I'ma shoot ya straight bro, everybody crooked
Risk was large but we took it, we not pussy
'61 Impala, hydraulics and new bushings
Sittin' outside plottin' on how to push it
To the limit just how Scarface did it
Dig deeper into my lyrics before you try to recite it
Yeah you watching my stories but you could never write it
This the type of shit that should take home a Grammy
Maybe one day they'll finally understand me

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