[Intro: Curren$y]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, let me sing (N***a)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, shit so dark you need night vision just to listen
Disappearing ink, it was written hieroglyphics
N***as lookin' like clones, all saying they tryin' to be different
Reflection, so deceptive, there's too much smoke and mirrors
I'm stoned on my own playing oldies from my phone
Bluetooth in the coupe, cost the price of a home
Always gone, money mission never ending
Went through hell to get it
Spend them digits on princess flooded religious pendants
My mom's prayers keep me from dealing with deceitful n***as
I seen them n***as dawg and you was with 'em
I wrote these rhymes to the sounds of you snakes slithering
I seent it, like a floor-model Zenith
Thirty-three inch, bro, I mean it though
Things can get real quick while I just play it how it go
Learnt that in the NO, rap hustling fasho
Bitches in and out revolving doors, diggin' for gold
While I'm mobbin' in the side with no piece on my Figaro
Diamonds on the lobster clasp, just a light splash

[Verse 2: Styles P]
JetLife, block life, when's the next flight?
Fuck the cop lights, six hunnid' horses right at the stoplight
Got you thinkin' when will the lights stop
Six for a nice whip, five for a nice watch
Seven for a nice crib, live at the night spot
Homies with the dope Nikes, chicks with the nice drops
Moët in the ice bucket, know he 'bout to light pot (You know)
Kush and the raw cone, ringers with the doors off and doors on
Either its peace or it's a warzone
An alchemist for currency, with Alchemist and Curren$y
Mommy told me flourish, but money could never nourish me
So I got the juice like Q did, what you did
You ain't sayin nothing, doing nothing, you just frontin'
Had my n***a push ya button with a ratchet and a new clip
That shit a hit your ear like a Q-tip
We just tryin' to chill and get stoned off this glue shit
[Outro: Curren$y]
Yeah
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