L.E.$.

L.E.$. - Comic Books

rate me

Feat. Curren$y

(Hook)

Wrap the wax around the joint

Then I sprinkle it with keef

All you engines take heat

To the motherfuckn chief

We in them streets, beamer slam

Like Nick 'fo he fall in the cage

See me gettin' highs in the stage

I swear my life is like a real life

Comic book, homie, lemme take you to the next page

(Verse)

I'm in a maze, gettin' lost in the city

I carry (???), pro'ly smoking, pushing smth I can't really own

You ain't really bout that shit you be verbally on

And you confront like you ain't know

But you heard of me, holmes

Look, thrill ass niggas that kill tracks wit bun

Marijuana reign hash begun, this time act-tzion

Main bitch Spanish, got a Asian bitch on the side

Know how to work a stick, sometimes I let her drive

Gold wheels wit the green, don't mean that I'm lucky

Been eating real good, you can see that I'm chubby

Time to move to Miami, cause I heard we don't die, nigga

If I do leave, then I'm goin' high

On another cloud, I ain't talkin' bout 9 to 10

I'm talkin' full time, neva clockin' in

Because I'm standing on my job, belly, you I cut alive

Put it down for my motherfucking squad, jets, nigga

(Hook)

Wrap the wax around the joint

Then I sprinkle it with keef

All you engines take heat

To the motherfuckn chief

We in them streets, beamer slam

Like Nick 'fo he fall in the cage

See me gettin' highs in the stage

I swear my life is like a real life

Comic book, homie, lemme take you to the next page

(Verse: Curren$y)

Caesar, 72md issue, that paper be the shit I'm into

Get the tissue, roll up to the venue

Forging all them insues, cut 'em down,

Them bitches tryna fuck on now

Why wait around? When the EP cross the hood of my vintage Corvette

Whacha expect? I write from experience, I won't tell ya I bother

Before I did the shit. This must be yo first day around the grace

You lookin' all outta place. Don't say nothn stupid, home boy

Say face! We eatin' ova here, say Grace

Before we partake in saute, that's the bullsen steak

Off for golden engraved plates

Jet life, we recline behind Martin Crime Gates

25 grand on drapes, my neighbors admire my taste

We whilin' at the Babylon Club, 500$ for a bunch of fuckin' grapes

Nigga

(Hook)

Wrap the wax around the joint

Then I sprinkle it with keef

All you engines take heat

To the motherfuckn chief

We in them streets, beamer slam

Like Nick 'fo he fall in the cage

See me gettin' highs in the stage

I swear my life is like a real life

Comic book, homie, lemme take you to the next page

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