[Verse: Curren$y]
These n***as soundin' the same, while I was boarding the plane
Parked my car on the runaway, n***a
I took off in the rain, smoke that G5 out
That’s a sky box, my bitch gotta be on set by five o'clock
She gon' need eye drops
The it-girl of the summer, magazine cover
Would expect her to love it, but she feel smothered
Till she seen your boy comin’
Got a glimpse of that real stuntin', front runners
Y'all n***as is just frontin', y'all runners
Ol' rap-money still coming
Old rap mogul tried to steal something from me
I thought that was funny
Got game from it, water under thе bridge
You gotta cross it ‘fore you make it to thе hill, with my crib where I live
Dope I wrote, street value, million dollar quotes Sunroof-top it, hop-it in traffic
‘64 Impala, wouldn't say it if I didn't have it
Your girl hot, we was bound to happen
I would not stop, n***a, you gon’ have to clap me
But even if you did, I got twelve hard drives full of magic
Always in the studio kilo wrapping
Digitally trappin’, n***a was happening'
You mad, I’m just side-betting on fucking John Madden
Vich kickin' ass, I'm up a couple of stacks
And you n***as on instagram, Jet-Life-bashing
Jet Life smashing, all your women
Putting trust in ‘em, when you shoulda got the fuck
After you caught your… but you don't think like us
Lifers, la, la-da-da, da-da
On the four-oh-five, wit my n***a Twin Vision
He be reppin’ the I, individual, hit a switch-or-two
Outside, this is what I do
Homicide on these beats, n***a, this killer tunes, R-I-P
Smoke a whole P, O–U–N–D
Wit my Uncle Snoopy, in the H–O–B
Capital O–G, what you would call me
If you ever saw me Chevy crawling in New Orleans
N***a, I, think you better recognise
You never met another n***a this high