[Verse 1 - Curren$y]
Sober flow, I ain't smokin five days
But I'mma burn this beat and leave it in a ashtray
Yo Joey, give me a light, so I can see where I'm goin
These n***as actin like hoes and these hoes is actin like n***as
I'm like "Whyyy?"
Figured I could go without an answer
Like Philadelphia 76ers without Ive
Spitta spittin, he from the city of killers
But don't got a mean bone in his body
Pussy-ass n***as keep on tryin to bring it out me
So I'mma have to call my guys in
That's a bigger network than Verizon, all of em kamikaze
Homie you don't believe me, you can try me
Crash and burn, long as they take you with them
Now it's a completed mission
And I could give a fuck about who on their television if it ain't my team
Give a fuck how much you spendin if it ain't my green
Give a fuck about you bitchin, you treated like a queen
Y'all n***as is obscene
Night life, New Orleans is my scene
Even if I'm not seen, motherfucka
Spitta, I write a rhyme
And that may not be, what you call gangsta, but it's my life
You n***as is livin lives, Santa Claus will put a lump of coal in your stocking
Hearin that shit that you droppin, but it was not that nice
Both hands is broken, you can't write, better hire a ghost
Spitta got money to burn, turn bread to toast
Chemical flow, I turn crack back to coke
Melly, yo, give me a light
Who's givin them n***as fashion advice?
These n***as dressin like bitches, these bitches dressin like n***as
Don't know the homie a homie or he a dyke
Look twice, shorty might be a guy, hail day for real
But the same intensity that a dog chasin a mailman
That's how I'm a chase this mill
Don't like paper so I won't take that deal
Spitta n***a, I write a rhyme
[Verse 2 - Trademark the Skydiver]
The plane is in motion
Fly FS-1 is approachin
Movin in the speed of Jet proportion
Top Gun's la costra nostra, we so focused, n***a
Testarossas, new roadsters
House on the beach, wake up see the ocean
Kush keep me chokin, Trade for the roaches
(?) with a cars, sultan of the fortress
Sky dive, I glide over the surface
Fly by in the sky, quicker than Silver Surfer
Only land when lambs is being purchased
A Cayenne man, you tell from the Porsches
Swang is so ferocious, you can hear it in verses
Whip game torture, pimp game awesome
I ain't jumped from the porch, I kick-flipped of it
Ollied over coffins, manual through corpses
Tried to get a portion and turn rations into fortunes
Chalked up losses, sway from the vultures
Hooked up with bosses, that specialize at sources
Hit the mall up, don't give a fuck what it's costin
I'm good in any hood (?)
I'm in the east, blowin trees, gettin the stress above me