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Curren$y

Shante Scott Franklin (born April 4, 1981), better known by his stage name Currensy (often stylized as Curren$y), is an American rapper. Born and raised in New Orleans, Louisiana, he was signed to hip hop labels such as No Limit, Cash Money and Young Money, before he founded his own label Jet Life Recordings, in 2011. more »

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Jets, nigga
It's the pilot
Lettin' you in on some top secret shit
Jet Files nigga

From the city that care forgot 
From the section where rations had to be airdropped 
Was undetected but they know I'm here now 
Rapping through my Verizon network you niggas hear me now 
I'm in VA with my big homie twistin' backwoods 
Usually I don't get down like that 
But that's my dog I hit a few times out of respect 
And now I'm on the jet full of trees watching videos 
Laughing at studio gangsters they mo' gents then G's 
My bitches use your mix-tape cover to break they trees on 
Baked, top of the building, villa, gorilla King Kong 
Thrilla Manila spitta get his king of the ring on 
Deals back and forth on the table that's label ping pong 
Won't get caught up in it that sucka shit 
Nothing positive will ever come from it 
Abolish it entirely from the hip hop government 

And fools know I never sell my soul I swear on both eyes 
Never change in attempt to gain dollar signs 
I just kept it G and waited on the perfect time 
Go left if the situation ain't right 
Only thing I got if you're asking for advice 
The moves I don' made in my life was difficult 
But if I had two I would do it twice. 

Buzz increased until it became a bang 
Jet planes in the building bitch we do our thang 
? on my fire red fives
Walk in the club with gangstas who amazed to still be alive 
'Cause they been through it but I took them out it 
When I put my heart into this music I got some money out it 
From east thirty fourth to JFK by helicopter 
I'm in the magazines you're in barbershops reading 'bout me 
And I know your girl made you mo' mad 
When she picked you up from work she had that how fly on full blast 
Just another shot from the extended clip of jet shit 
And another one coming before you even know you're hit 
These bitches is becking by the smell of the jet piff 
These niggas is jealous of the love the jets get 
But I ain't stressing, momma roll up the whole zip 
And let me smoke away all this industry bullshit

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