[Verse 1: Curren$y]
N***as know, the lyrical molesting is taking place
Second guessing Spit Vicious ain’t safe
Concetrated on the album, fell back from the tapes
Soon as this is done, it's back to square one
It's the return of a real life live n***a, no tint
Ride fly, don't hide, record label meetings I'm high in 'em
Got a n***a stressed, they don't wanna cut the check
Unless they feel they'll get a major BDS
Try to put me in a house n***a suit
So they could present me to the press, but I built my own house
And you're an unwelcome guest
My heart, my mind; is where I had my wealth first
My pocket and my bank account came next
C6 'Vettes, G-5 jets
20K bets, while you n***as still in debt
Wondering what I'm doing, why haven't I dropped yet
I'm on your bitches mind, and a haters neck

[Chorus: Curren$y]
And I can't see you n***as from up here
And I can't hear you n***as from up here
So I ain't too concerned with what you doing down there
'Cause that's that sucka shit, and we don't allow it around here
And I can't see you n***as from up here
And I can't hear you n***as from up here
So I ain't too concerned with what you doing down there
'Cause that's that sucka shit, and we don't allow it around here
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
When the wheels touch down, you know the Jets in town
Smoking from the personal pound, I leave ground
Still high after the plane land, your bitch with me
You left us seventeen voicemails, n***a, daaamn
You're MySpace-ing, Facebook-ing
Looking for your gal to no avail, she been tooken
Spitta and that Jet music what she get used to it
Can't beat us, can't join us neither, we don't need ya
Got our eye's on the prize my n***a, we dont see ya
N***as starving for attention, so they throwin' bait—
To the sky fly fishin', I ain't trippin'
'Cause them simpletons ain't even in a n***a division
This is real rap, them n***as is real whack
I'm standing in the customer service return line
With my microphone, trying to bring hip hop back

[Chorus: Curren$y]
And I can't see you n***as from up here
And I can't hear you n***as from up here
So I ain't too concerned with what you doing down there
'Cause that's that sucka shit, and we don't allow it around here
And I can't see you n***as from up here
And I can't hear you n***as from up here
So I ain't too concerned with what you doing down there
'Cause that's that sucka shit, and we don't allow it around here
[Verse 3: Young Roddy]
Since the clock don't stop, I'm getting money in a rush
And All the shit that I heard, I kept it on the hush
And now I'm fly as fuck, and I don't need no kush
Just smelling like purple haze mixed with the million bucks
And mamma told me, hold it down, she don't ask for much
So I'm on my Jefferson shit, I'm movin' up
And my Texas homie told me that in a year they'll screw me up
And never will I ever touch girl without guts
Real n***as call it skills, and fake n***as call it luck
So most n***as pay vaginas, so most n***as get fucked
And I still run the city like a RTA bus
But I'm still hard to find like a diamond in the rough
Yeah, a trendsetter, so they copy how I do mine
And n***a switched his hustle when I got a new grind
We keep jars of kush, no Grey Poupon
The circle locked and sealed, nah, we dont need no new guys

[Chorus: Curren$y]
And I can't see you n***as from up here
And I can't hear you n***as from up here
So I ain't too concerned with what you doing down there
'Cause that's that sucka shit, and we don't allow it around here
And I can't see you n***as from up here
And I can't hear you n***as from up here
So I ain't too concerned with what you doing down there
'Cause that's that sucka shit, and we don't allow it around here
And I can't see you n***as from up here
And I can't hear you n***as from up here
So I ain't too concerned with what you doing down there
'Cause that's that sucka shit, and we don't allow it around here
And I can't see you n***as from up here
And I can't hear you n***as from up here
So I ain't too concerned with what you doing down there
'Cause that's that sucka shit, and we don't allow it around here (Yeah)