[Intro: Curren$y]
At the present time, we have no information as to the current whereabouts of Mr. Hoffa
We have no information that he is living or dead
(La Musica de Harry Fraud)
La, da-da, la, da-da, la, da-da, yeah

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
It was a stable way of livin', still a n***a had to stop
At the rate that we was gettin' it, how could we refuse to cop?
I took over the block, stood on top my money, saw a way out
The high life, every night, we livin' like the ball dropped on New Year's
But they ain't firecrackers that you hear
Best believe it's canons stashed beneath them trees, them boys'll blast you
Then they'll flee the scene, don't ask me what team I'm from
What side I'm on, Eastside, New Orleans, where I started
Top of the world before I'm done, this the Never Die orporation
Makin' wages with my neighbors, Porsche's and Ferraris racin'
I work hard and I made it, y'all n***as hardly hard as us
They garbage and they bars is scribbled on some toilet paper
Laser guided, my gang keep the ladies excited
She saw the car that I'm drivin', now she wanna get fucked inside it
Happy to oblige, every day I'm high (Every day I'm high)
Came here to collect my check, now show me where to sign (Sign, sign, sign)
La, da-da, la, da-da, la, da-da, yeah

[Bridge / Interlude]
Early yesterday acting on a request from the Hoffa family
Police found Hoffas' car in the restaurant parking lot
Said it showed no sign of a struggle
[Verse 2: Dave East]
No need for no doctor, you disappear like Jimmy Hoffa
Blacked out in the spot, order Hennessy, I don't drink no vodka
On my Poppa, I done blew more tree than any rasta
One more shot, and we can rob 'em, a lot of jokers, we in Gotham
N***as spiteful, I'm far from religious, ain't read the Bible
I pray Allah forgive me, don't care about goin' viral (Goin' viral)
Wanted the condo with the balcony, the staircases spiral
Fuck a mask, pull a bare face and find you, and surprise you
Been low from dice games, 'cause they'll line you ('Cause they'll line you)
My whole life changed when Nas said, "I got you", I paint it just like Picasso
I don't owe you nothin', you lucky I let you taste this bottle
They been on my body, no lyin', I never chased a model (Chased a model)
Now if I post a photo, I bet it's gonna make 'em follow
Dig in either pocket, pull some cake up out it, you had your own dream
And you could've went and did your thing, didn't have to hate about it
There so much I could say about housin', just glad I made it out it

[Outro]
I have never witnessed anything in my life, such as what has been going on here the last eight weeks
An Atmosphere of fear
An atmosphere created by United States Marshals, by the FBI, and the Government as a whole
For the sole purpose of harassing, and trying to frighten citizens of the United States