Lyrics:
Curren$y
Acting like I never had, but I got it stashed
I've been getting to it, fuck sitting on my ass
Bitch used to act bad, now she want come
the cannons out, make you wish and blow your candles out
Raised by the streets, see-Murder show me what a man about
Gangstas never flinch and when they sent,
inhale and exhale
Yeah, so what I get high?
It ain't something I gotta hide
Go ahead and call the weed man
Make sure he come on by
Granddaddy, Masterkush
I
What's coming for ya killa?
What's coming for ya killa?
Don't pull the fucking trigga
Bah!
What's coming for ya killa?
Who coming for you nigga?
sicker than ordinary sinus
My bills get add up
It's never a minus
Patience Equals Perfection
That's what I live by
Imma keep grinding (grinding)
Grinding
mean to me I seem cornered
By the pressures of being who I is and standing on a corner
At least I'm hood enough to never snitch before your honor
Surrounded by some freaks
Smokin' on some dank water for my drank
I wanna leave a legacy like curren$y
Droppin' heat every week fuckin' up these beats
I be in
to work like immigrants
He said, stay focused go and get what you desire
My only wish for him is just to see that man retire
I'm inspired by the great
the clock til I get my piece of the pie (what)
It's peace and love but still keep a piece by my side (by my side)
Watch them Cujo, hang life a
Keep em
Crafting my style around the pen/
cn evolution for the kid/
Is what it is/
Michael Jai White with punchlines/
Jean Claude van Damme without the form/
My
just like Wiz & Curren$y
No safety rules in this game it don't come with a warranty
So niggas quick to the leave like they team losing horribly
Aint have
kill off you niggas
I took you lames out the frame now you boys get the picture
I be bout my curren$y, young hot spitta
Y'all be entertaining ducks
DCM, what's crackin' nigga? (Yup)
Shit is fire (Yup)
(Uhh) Yea
Niggas aint gone pay me
I gotta get paid by myself
Only time i sleep is in a bed
I
the west side is the best side
Like curren$y jet life
I’m just living my best life
You said that you want me slide
You wanna do what I like
Well baby can
and clothes all a nigga know
And when I get my chips, you know what I'm a go and get
A house and kicks, and a couple of whips
Curren$y, Hot Spitter ya dig
them bitches (my nigga Curren$y)
I be workin' them bitches, work-workin' them bitches, yeah
That right there was a Fee and Weezy Baby collabo
What
in the backyard
James ride by poppin a wheelie
Aye Tay I'm still dreaming
And I'm still
I'm still dreaming
Aye bro I'm still
They thought it's
swear to God, I'm blessed... but I ain't had enough
Mind on my currency, ridin' to Curren$y
Wiz by ya', pardon the urgency
But I got no more time to stop
the game workout mane niggas salty
That's not how the game workout mane niggas salty
I told my mom this my life I got to learn by my own mistakes
My grass
A couple hustlin' ass niggas and some bitches too
Police told us to keep our hands visible
Then they ask for ID, now tell me what should we do?
Knowin'
another hot day in Carolina
And that's why they still throwin' shade
When we walk by the kids
They like 'Who dat mama? Marley Ranks'
Ralph Lauren my cologne
call me Schitt's Creek
More stoned than Curren$y
If you feeling concrete
Higher than the moon
Holding balloons jumping on a trampoline
Hella faded like
so suducive
No this not what you used too
This that drink up in 2 cups
This that stink up in 2 blunts
This is cocaine
Take these few lines and take
flowers while I'm counting up my dollars
Curren$y
(Yeah, yeah, Eastside, Jet Life)
Orange hag carpet in my seventies style apartment
I stay on some fly art
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