Jazz Cartier – XTRA TERRESTRIAL Lyrics

XTRA TERRESTRIAL Lyrics by Jazz Cartier

[Verse 1]
If we on the team, we ain’t sharing different goals
We came from nothing and we did it on our own
I appreciate the highs, can’t forget about the lows
Young nigga steady coming out the cold, woah
I need a milli by next year
(?) when the check clear
I’ve been on cruise control, you really don’t wanna see me and my next gear
On track, he make it louder
No love for you cowards
Why your face so sour?
I’ve just been taking my chances
Turn my dungeon into a mansion
I Diddy bop in the Hamptons
And hmm bop by the (?)
Big wolf on campus
Come pop it for the camera
Met a ting from Atlanta
Try to tell me she a dancer
And I keep my bidness in tabs
I say a prayer every morning
I keep them demons off my back
She say “Cuzzi please relax”
Go and tell ’em I’m relaxed
And everyday I’m spitting facts, yeah

[Hook/Chorus]
I’m xtra terrestrial
The plug, the professionnal
N—-s they be blowing smoke “oh woo, oh woo”
F–k it, we gon’ let ’em know “let ’em know”
Situation’s getting sticky
My n—a rolling with the blicky “my n—a rolling with the blicky”
Young n—a from the city
It’s really hard to miss me, yeah

[Verse 2]
Ay, ay, ay
I got a penny for thought “yeah”
Look at the n—-s that came at Jacuzzi, promise you many have lost “lost”
We are not losing this toast “yeah”
I keep my bags in the vault “yeah”
Say you a real n—a but s–t (?) whenever you fall
Living by cause and effect
I’ma go grind for the check
We gon’ pull up in the Porsche then we gon’ leave in the jet
Then we gon’ even the bet, ay
I see you talking instead of working, making a record but don’t wanna see me obsessed
Momma, telling me I need sleep
Tell her “I’m gonna sleep when I’m dead”
B—–s are losing their minds
I still come through with the time
She will not f–k with a swine
The moment I f–k her and leave her, Jacuzzi gon’ be on her mind
You want my time you gotta pay
But I ain’t paying you no mind
I’ve been out of space, out of my mind

[Hook/Chorus]
I’m xtra terrestrial
The plug, the professionnal
N—-s they be blowing smoke “oh woo, oh woo”
F–k it, we gon’ let ’em know “let ’em know”
Situation’s getting sticky
My n—a rolling with the blicky “my n—a rolling with the blicky”
Young n—a from the city
It’s really hard to miss me, yeah

I’m xtra terrestrial
The plug, the professionnal
N—-s they be blowing smoke “oh woo, oh woo”
F–k it, we gon’ let ’em know “let ’em know”
Situation’s getting sticky
My n—a rolling with the blicky “my n—a rolling with the blicky”
Young n—a from the city
It’s really hard to miss me, yeah

[Outro]
Yeah, pssh
(?)
Cuzzi man, yeah