CURREN$Y

CURREN$Y - Scottie Pippen

rate me

Showing no signs of letting up

Still kick you in the head like I think

You on the verge of getting up

No mercy, Cobra Kai, Cobra commando

Deadly venom spitting, n-ggas just a salamander

I'm living the life worthy capturing on camera, documented

How one of the last lives was deaded

How I rolled up in the drop, how I rolled up that sticky

How I rolled with them women, elegant player, no sippin'

How I f*ck them to sleep?

How I woke up out the building when I was finished

Keep it G, them n-ggas not original they muthaf-cking house of mirrors

Not quite the image, I'm on that Popeye spinach

Mama mai-tai sippin, she loves a square n-gga

But now she trying something different

Windy City Bulls, mention the Nets, wool jackets and sweats, Scottie Pippens

My description, high of that fuzzy green prescription

Lying if I said that I isn't

If you looking for that n-gga: I is him

All eyes in this direction, a burden and a blessing

Reporting live from the devil's pad

Breakfast here: two titties, two plus and a turkey bacon sandwich

2 seeds with eggs and bread jelly

My hoes they rarely pop that p-ssy,

They put off in my Pontiac on Pirellis '82 edition

Spotters body squatting on sixes?

Rather be counting stacks than stuck in the county, washing the dishes

Or washing drawers in the pen?

I had to go pay the correct correctional officer to walk him in

Bail money on debt, come at my neck

Plus that boy cause that same place where him? where he slept

I issue eternal rest, sign up and be a subscriber

The price of life that's so high that I must make sure I stay higher

Stay with the purp out of piso?

Smacking as deep as needles

They run in the rock just like I play quarterback for the eagles

Rando donovan in the mic a

'Fore I picked up this mic I was hitting licks

Did dirt with plenty disciples

I'm gang bang affiliated, federal investigated, self educated

All my co-conspirators catching cases

I got straight out of college and I made it at home?

But believe I got the balls to clear up all of my altercations

Leave faces with operations, closed casket console

Tryna make million dollars, f-ck a million downloads

But if that equal the same, smash it up and give me my change

I made a lane up in this game so n-ggas goin' remember the name

Gangsta Gibbs ho, two bitches cooking in the crib hoe

Still push a bucket but I ride it like a Benz hoe

Tryna find a bridge ho, to slanging raps, from slanging weight

Said the Fred the new age? call me baby face

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