CURREN$Y - The Usual Suspects

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(feat. Smoke Dza, Fiend and Cornerboy P)


Uh, sometimes you just need to be serenaded with the instrumental

183rd shit! Uh, right!

Cooking up a batch, ladies show they titties

Real niggas tip they caps, real trappers

For my hustler niggas with no choice

Posting up slanging that oh boy

Stay on your grind, only way to turn a 300 to a Rolls Royce.

Life is good, no, life is great,

Now I'm about to get my niggas straight!

God bless a nigga with some legal ones, so I can stay off the interstate, no!

Not everybody getting money,

Not everybody selling out shows,

Not everybody toured the world like 4 times, 3 albums in stores, uh

From Australia up to Montauk I kill em with the don talk

And when it comes to this indie bread, I'm the hip hop ...

I'm too real for the radio heads, I'm an underground king

But these bitches can't stop my show and that's word to the pimp

Low eating lobster and shrimp, all the bad bitches want to link

I'm like fuck with a real nigga and stop feeling bad for that ..

That's the other species, come sip some of this PJ

And smoke some of this sweet tree

And everything will be ...

I told your bitch like Alex Rawls

Mister Jones, full riding laws

Pop my calls in a ride with paws

Got a lot of nines, you got a lot of fours

I'm a lane ward man got a lot of goals

Know how to get the kitchen like a lot of ....

Know when to burn out, before it's time to go

I'm a highlight real so rewind it, hoe!

Pick them up, out the pound

Lighting up every time the Saints get a first down

Hold the flow so you could search right now

You can get a purse and some work right now

This ... hand, hoe, don't get the back hand!

She change ghosts like Ms. ....

He paid a ho to come back fam

God damn!

They respect the don

18 karats with the red rubies and the.. is on

Platinum Rolex, double roll bezel

And walk around with Alexis on

Courtside in my Concords

With my niggas wiling out smoking out tours

Life's about choices, got to make yours

The right set of keys open up the right doors

We’re trying to turn a little something to a lot more

You gotta go a little further than you won't go

It's like a hundred out there had enough blow

I'm talking enough blow to make it below, zero

I'm the underdog's hero

To that dope boy, praying for a kilo

To the little nigga praying for a way out

Keep your head up, Shawty, we gonna make it out!

Made it out now

Hella stamps in my passport

Overseas airports

Coming through the hood up in foreign cars

Bitch letting the weed flow.

Uh, I'm hood rich, I can't change ho

Meeting smelling like weed smoke

Negotiate my record deal like a dope deal

Probably why a nigga take like a kil of dope

Nigga, you need a plug!

Uh, top soft, but I grind hard to afford

To... them switches to my dashboard

... and all, exotics to nascars

Amongst all these stars, seven grams in the row

That's a Grammy award, in my granddaddy car

With my granddaddy can go higher than a halo

Sliced like tomato, with precision on them blades ho

It don't go down until he say so, extra cheese, hold the mayo

Got stacks in San Diego, now I'm hiding out

Large amounts to count,

Just fill them duffle bags and weigh them

Spitta slayed them, no Santa

She's thirsty, get a Fanta!

Bitch passing out, somebody's Phantom

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