FishXGrits – Jernt (ft. Curren$y) (Audio, Lyrics)

Musical artist, FishXGrits unveils the new TJ Murphy-produced “Jernt” piece of music featuring Curren$y.

Fishxgrits Jernt

FishXGrits has been consistently rolling out new music and he isn’t stopping. With his new album Us Against The World due out later this year, he’s returned with his latest release, “Jernt” ft. Curren$y. The new single is a smokey, laidback cut produced by TJ Murphy. FishXGrits and Curren$y deliver slow-burning performances. The former sits on the more melodic side while Spitta’s nonchalant delivery takes centre stage on the second verse.

“Spitta is somebody I have the utmost respect for!… I was playing the record for him so he could write his verse and instead of just wanting the beat to loop so he could hurry up and get it done he says, ‘Naw, run that all the way back from the top. We ain’t gone act like you didn’t go hard on that,’” FishXGrits recounted in a statement, “It felt great to hear a legend say those words, and truly mean it. The vibe was one of the best I’ve had with any artist and I plan on working with the whole Jet Life crew even more in the future.”

FishXGrits – Jernt (ft. Curren$y) (prod. TJ Murphy)

Lyrics

[Hook]

Fo niggas in the low rider

Smoking gas, screaming jet life every time they past

I’m the one behind the wheel, mind on a mil

Wondering how long could it last

[Verse 1]

Never been a square one from square one

All about that there, caking layers

Count it up and weight it, fair is fair

I must say I’m feeling quite debonair on this speeding boat in this night air

Transport this cargo rare

Just recorded these, rapping like package keys

Higher than the flying trapeze

Might give you the roaches when I leave

Closest you get to smoking like Gs

Freeze, it’s AOB

What could you do for me?

All on a bitch, but we can’t all do this

Some of you niggas a simp, water whip, camera pimps

I’m here to close the lid on all that shit

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

One foot in, one foot out

I can’t get out, I can’t get in

As the wheel of fortune spin, torturing men

Find my pot of gold, same time lost friends

Fell out with some niggas as my ship came in

Now I’m smooth sailing and they barely can swim

Try Vitola, Testarossa pop-up head like showed him

The road was golden and they didn’t know it

Like you gave up when the race was almost over

You could’ve placed and won the trophy but you chose to fold up on me

That’s a luck, I can’t afford to give a fuck

With all these bitches trying to get it, I’m too busy living

To be concerned with suckas who don’t earn

What I earn, you just a threat to yourself, you’ll learn

As the world turn, the joint burns

Time machine on Dayton thirteens, I’m the one sturrin

Sucka scared, better cop some insurance

Niggas in the van on yo block, word to Big Worm

[Hook x2]

[Outro: The Godfather]

Hyman Roth: Make sure that everybody sees the cake before we cut it. When a man comes to this point in his life, he wants to turn over the things he’s been blessed with, turn them over to friends. As a reward for the friends he’s had, and to make sure that everything goes well after he’s gone. I want all you to enjoy your cake