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Curren$y – The Hangover (feat. Mikey Rocks) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

We smoke and drink all night
Hangover cause we hung out
Chicks know we party that’s why
They love it when we come out
Have the time of your life
Before all yo time run out
Put them bottles on ice while
I’ll roll another one up

Come through with that killer weed
Alfred Hitchcock in the zip lock
Zig Zags and a Jones soda
Let shorty twist one up for the pit stop
Scratch off, A.C. on
Windows up, new shit playin’
What you sayin’? Nathan
Dollar signs my only language,
Fluently speak it
And reject fools comin’ in my lane with that weak shit,
That’s how I keep it
The game in my pocket like a Nintendo D.S.
I left my last one on the jet
I got mistakes I make
So I don’t lay down till the sunrise

We smoke and drink all night
Hangover cause we hung out
Chicks know we party that’s why
They love it when we come out
Have the time of your life
Before all yo time run out (run out)
Put them bottles on ice while
I’ll roll another one up

I’m in a fire twips (Twips)
High as hell (Man)
I’m try’na nail
We can leave, find your cell
Lock my number in like you’re takin’ it for hostage
Try’na put you on the game
Maybe you should watch it
They takin’ trips to asp.
And flyin’ kites all in the tropics
Watch the Pistons against the Bulls
On the floor with the mascot
Dancin’, fly as Helly Hanson’s on our shoulder blades,
And we tip the waiter good
You can keep the change,
That’s Italian go there
I’m born if you peep the change
I keep a little reefer in my sneaker
If we need the flame,
Drink until I gotta piss
Damn I got a lot of chicks
Take another sip of what I’m drinkin’
And I’m out of it

Curren$y – The Day (feat. Mos Def & Jay Electronica) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Intro]
Whack niggas sleep rappin’ and woke up in trouble
Whack niggas with that sleep rap and then woke up in trouble
You were cool ten years ago, you fucking lex bubble

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Brand new tires, Rollin down the same old strip
New party same old chicks
I’m so sorry
If I don’t look happy to be here
In your label office but they said I can’t smoke weed here
Man fuck it I’m out black on
And I’m bout it fool
I got a studio in my house
Along with some the perks
That come with my work
Pretty twenty something sleeping in my Diamond Supply shirt
There is not a adjective to describe how I work
Hard is not enough brother I’m tougher
Whack niggas with that sleep rappin’ and woke up in trouble
You was cool ten years ago you fucking lex bubbles, bubble
You gotta know when to hold em’, know when to fold em’
Learn how to roll with the punches
Take em’ to school give these niggas brown bag lunches
If it ain’t the jets then it ain’t nothing

[Hook: Yasiin Bey]
Yo the king closed his cloak the set was overfull
Such a excellent moment, so emotional
He rushed out on the field, so devoted for
Final victory clutch they went postal cold
Glory overload, hold up hold my coat
Please remember this day
This changes everything we can do anything
Until you show anyway

[Verse 2: Jay Electronica]
My momma told me, "Son, always call a spade a spade"
Be like Chuck D never be like Flavor Flav
But that clock around his neck is so fly
And the way he complimenting Chuckie with that bow tie flow
Make me feel high so I’m gon’ spit it my way
Excuse me as I do me cruisin’ rudely down the high way
I’m young, black, intelligent, elegant, blasé
Back to the thesis
Back to to shooting craps and talking smack to the polices
Back to black and gold ballys
Dickes with the creases
Pulling youngins by the coattails
Schoolin’ em’ who the beast is
I pray this flow is dumb enough ugh
I pray my heart is DMC and Reverend Run enough
Cause I’m a throw my number up
I’m a throw some chicken bones and feathers on a hundred bucks
And summon up the thunder what?
The voodoo man is coming bruh
Can’t see the forest for the trees
It’s okay, I got my jigsaw and my lumber truck
Tell them boys their run is up

[Hook: Yasiin Bey]
Yo the king closed his cloak the set was overfull
Such a excellent moment, so emotional
He rushed out on the field, so devoted for
Final victory clutch they went postal cold
Glory overload, hold up hold my coat
Please remember this day
This changes everything we can do anything
Until you show anyway

Curren$y – Prioritize (feat. Nes Phips) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Verse 1]
Raised lettering on my Hoosiers
Drag strips slicks rear of the Barracuda
Them niggas ain’t shit, just mothafuckin’ poo-poo
Sissy-ass zero, mothafuckin’ fruit loops
Homie, who your hero? Who taught you your moves?
Z’ed in my limo, woke up in my hotel room
Hoes just following they noses, to my door
It’s no joke, momma just roll this
You can hit it after my lil brother say he straight
You gon’ get your turn on the doobie bitch just wait, no beginner luck
Coming from me, this is just fate because I had faith certain
I can make it shake, like turbulence
Sweet sugar babies all sleeping in my nursery
Walk in, suckas go to shuffling, nervously
Won’t stop ’til I reside at the top permanently
21 joints burning for me

[Hook]
And if you ain’t got no rims, nigga
Don’t get no wood grain steering wheel
But you can lay back, let your paper stack
Instead of going into overkill, pay your fuckin’ beeper bill bitch

[Verse 2: Nesby Phips]
This is to them niggas that think this shit is sweet
I guess it is, hah? Cause I’m in first class, making beats
Sipping cranberry, no liquor, deboard the plane
Hoes stop me for a picture, I ain’t tripping
Even tho I’m a fall back nigga, but that’s how it is
When your crew on buzz, people do show love
Fall thru, and all my town niggas do roll bud
But leave them blunts in your car, cause we don’t do those cuz
That’s a mean pair of kicks, kudos love
Now she, cooking me breakfast after lusting me for dinner
Figure she won’t lose cause she fuckin’ with a winner
I told her game over to reset, press Enter

[Hook]
And if you ain’t got no rims, nigga
Don’t get no wood grain steering wheel
But you can lay back, let your paper stack
Instead of going into overkill, pay your fuckin’ beeper bill bitch

[Verse 3]
Mission Impossible: completed
Obstacles are optical illusions
We don’t really see ’em, they put rules in place
Cause y’all need ’em, some people are like sheep
I got no mercy for the weak
Especially when niggas next to me and ready to eat
I put ’em in position to get them, I’m getting me
Louisana traveler twistband, looking for my music
Is bringing listeners under the ground like quicksand
Kawasaki ninja on the kickstand, any minute I’m outty
Like four rings, truth in engineering ya got me
Bitches longing to be by me, hypnotic karate
Talk that dress right off of her body
She so wet, she soggy from these verbal massages
Highed up, astrologist, smoking with your goddesses
Swore that I would do all of this

[Hook]
And if you ain’t got no rims, nigga
Don’t get no wood grain steering wheel
But you can lay back, let your paper stack
Instead of going into overkill, pay your fuckin’ beeper bill bitch

Curren$y – Chilled Coughphee (feat. Devin The Dude) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

I’m puffin
I never get enough in
I never cook coke up on the stove top
But I’m stuffin’ these nuts up in the guts of a slut no doubt
But it’s trapped inside a rubber
Should I flush that hoe out?
To use again? Well it depends do I have another one
I cuss for fun
Too cool to have to buss a gun
I don’t have to duck and run
I could fuck a bum up quick
But that’s some tenth grade shit
And it’s all about chillin’ smilin’ laughin’
So you know I’m willin’ hollin’ and I’m grabbin’
At a freak before I leave best believe I’m weeded
You rollin’ that Billie jean bitch beat it!
And you see that we the niggas who smoke the most
Niggas propose a toast from coast to coast
But it don’t even matter whose the highest
Cause if it ain’t dope
Their ain’t no hope
They ain’t gone buy it

Yea
Quarter tank of gas in my seven one double S
Quarter bag mostly shake but this ol’ have to due I guess
G.P.S. loaded with the coordinates
Of this bitch crib to receive love and nourishment
In the form of joints rolled, Drinks poured
Her in nothing but a robe, playin’ her roll
I saw the mack when I was only 11 years old
And I swore to never be a simp for a hoe
Approach the closed do’
It crack open before my eyes
Shorty with a doubie of her own I am not surprised
Cause I don’t kick it on the low
With no bitches that don’t get high
Serve me a to go plate and ask if I want her to drive
Cause I got far too much on my mind
Industrial size gears I’m caught in a grind
At your grandma’s house
Plastic cover the couch
Before I sit down
She question me for smellin’ like a pound

Curren$y – Address (feat. Stalley) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Yeah, yeah
It’s all good
It’s all ready
Yeah, all ready understood
Ain’t nothin’
Still the same old, that’s all
Ain’t nothin’ change, fool

Yeah, uh, nigga for what
Get done with them suckers
When I’m high as fuck
And they under us
Catch a crook in ya neck
From tryin’ to watch the jets
Mr. Tokyo drift, spent yen on a vet
Lookin’ for ya bitch fool
Take one guess she caught up in the rapture
Wakin’ and bakin’ Anita greatest hits blastin’
Pedal mashin’, paper twistin’, scrape a engine
Rad Racer, no 3D glasses just a high ass rapper
Spitta, nigga in the building
Nah I’m on the roof chillin’
The pool up here, couple chicks I grew up with
Bottles in the cooler
If ya don’t know how to do it homie I’ll school ya
Barrel roll, loop de loop, top gun maneuvers
Makin’ hot wheels outta hoopties,
Holdin’ it down like balloon strings

Uh, it’s all good
Ain’t gotta be said
It’s all ready understood
Ain’t nothin’,
Ain’t nothin’ change but the address (fool)
Ain’t nothin’ change but the address
We still the same mode niggas switchin’ the script
But we still playin’ the same role, that’s all
Ain’t nothin’ changed but the address (fool)
Ain’t nothin’ change

Starin out the villa at the ocean miles long
Tryin’ to figure out raps to put up in a song
Nights long but the day’s short
Nike shorts, argyle socks, Jordan three’s, lounge gear
Long beard you can tell I ain’t from round here
Obvious with the occasional glare from the natives
Call em back tell my mama I make it
Not complacent with the life style
Feels good but it’s hard to crack a smile
When the ones you came up with not around
Roll a joint after pickin’ through the pound
Whole perception done changed
Funny how a 3 hour flight can make ya life change
Tight things I be thinkin’ on
When I’m driftin’ in and out of herb clouds
Hangin’ on every second of the moment
So you can feel all the memories I come home with
And for those that miss me I’ll be back don’t trip
In the mirror with this shift kick
Ocean side, doors open wide tryin’ not to be sea sick
Plottin’ in the tropics thinkin’ how I’m gone run ish
Back in the states when I’m leavin’

Uh, it’s all good
Ain’t gotta be said
It’s all ready understood
Ain’t nothin,
Ain’t nothin’ change but the address (fool)
Ain’t nothin’ change but the address
We still in the same mode niggas switchin’ the script
But we still playin’ the same role, that’s all
Ain’t nothin’ changed but the address (fool)
Ain’t nothin change

Yeah nigga
Skibeatz

Curren$y – Life Under The Scope (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Yeah (Where haven’t we been yet)
Fool (Jet Set now where haven’t)
Where haven’t, we been (Gotta stay fresh)
Yeah, (Life under the scope)
(Full speed, full court)
(Media press)

Yeah, my weed lit,
My glass chill,
Couldn’t be concerned that’s how a hater feel
Car service only opportunity for rest,
In between destinations a lil’ hibernation
Life under the scope I gotta stay fresh,
They just wanna see ya fallin’
The only reason the cameras are when ya walkin’
The only reason they listenin’ when ya talkin’,
Waitin’ on ya to contridict yaself
All be and evict yourself from the house
Like when Beth instigated that situation
With Tammy got David kicked out
Suckers tryin’ figure my angle,
Puzzled by my shuffle icky wood in the bangles
Adjust my wing rudders in the presence of danger,
Drop bombs on them niggas from the middle
Stay calm knowin’ we belong on the top,
But we ain’t trippin’,
Cause we’ll get there in a minute
Yeah, that’s the statement for the mission
Swiss movements so my watch ain’t tickin’
Who yo crew is,
Them niggas is bomb,
Throwin’ party’s don’t that bitch come
They all at my art showin’,
Me and my folks gettin’ drunk
Bangin’ my sound from the wall mouse

Yeah, life under the scope
Everything is a test,
It’s all day
Go, full speed, full court
Media, press,
They just wan’ see ya fuck it all up
Turn over, make ya give the ball up
They just wanna see ya fuck it all up

Vintage air chairs hangin’ from the ceilin’,
Naked beauties and blush pillows in em,
Incense and fresh linen,
I spit a complex venom
The real niggas it strengthins
The fake niggas it kills them,
And the Big homie said
That he "Still got visions of the rooftop."
As do I,
George Jetson Jefferson
Deluxe apartment in the sky,
Niggas can’t downplay me baby
I’m too high
Pilots speak I crafted these in my Impala seat,
A New Orleans nigga,
And I’m way in the N-Y-C weed twistin’
On a mission and I’m fishin’ for my nigga Skibeatz
I been in the game, O-G
Seen fools blow up
And blow it low key

Curren$y – Airborne Aquaruim (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Haha, Yeauh
Lames Catch Feelins We Catch Flights, Jet Life, Fool
Turn it Up Some
Lames Catch Feelins We Catch Flights, Jet Life,
Yeauh, Eauh

I’m gettin hella mail from jail, niggas tellin me to kill it,
When they get out I’ll bring them ’round some bitches,
Shinobi how I kick it, American Ninja, major motion picture,
Flippin my remote, same way I do them hoes,
But she already know before she touch my Chevy door,
Real nigga, lemme make it as clear as my windows,
No square shall enter in the circle of winners,
Know I’m prepared for whatev, you know what I been thru,
Rearview, Clear vision, memories of paid dues,
Confined to a runway, thunderstorms came thru,
But look what it came to, somethin’ that amazes you,
soon as you quit hatin’ and hear what I gotta say to you,
Baby blue, souls D’s, White 11, ’96,
No retro card came with this,
Same year, my Impala with the floor shift,
4-door suicide, Muscle car chauffeured,
Shawty body chocolated, Russel Stover,
Brung weed wit’ her whenever I invite her over,
Polo sweater, tether belt hangin’ off her shoulder,
No care, over here, so we put it in the air,
Walkin’ ’round my house, say she wanna fuck errywhere,
That’s cool baby, but I just got that pool table,
We ain’t gotta stay away from it, It’s all good,
if you wanna get under it, then I guess I can fuck with it,
Before I got on this beat, it made out a bucketlist,
and these boys, I granted his deathwish,
Legendary lay-up Jordan with the right-left switch,
Hang time, Hand glide, Stir fried, Chanky-eyed, Shanghai,
Candy rain, drizzle frame, I ride,
’87 Corvette ZR1, to the T-top softened,
put ’em in the trunk bitch, all gassed up, she been drinkin’ from the pump,
That’s all bad, tryna pass, fucked around and crashed,
Bitches all flip, Fools tryna make it last,
Emotional luggage, nothin’ of it, I don’t check bags,
I just carry-on, leave that bullshit in the past,
Half Rose, Sean Don, OJ in my glass,
Mimosa, Testarossa program, Prota-J curriculum,
doors open like a pendulum swingin,
Rock in my Jetset Emblem,
Fool is to serve like Wimbledon, Interior cinnamon,
the car that I’m sittin’ in, Calm my bad nerves, I call her my Ritalin,
Just kiddin, not pillin’, just element twistin’,
From the herb come the fire and the wind I’m livin,
not pillin’, just element twistin’,
From the herb come the fire and the wind I’m livin,
From the herb come the fire and the wind I’m livin
Yeauhh

Jets, where haven’t we
Jets, where haven’t we been
Jets, where haven’t we. . .

Curren$y – Micheal Knight (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

I got a style for every face
Nigger upon a judge
Open this shut case
You know I’m until I die
Though I made an exception for the 69
So quick off the line
Called the double side
No matter what
We’re heads up
We’re in
Tell your dogs
They should be aware of us
We break it off like an engagement gone bad
I see your Jacuzzi with your
Make it a that. Miss me?
No you didn’t, bitch
Cut that bullshit
Miss me?
Try to , spitting name trying to be
Miss me?
All of that to me
You won’t even rhyme
My side you wish to be
Hope you’ll catch me sleeping
By being freaky
But baby girl let me be the first to say
It’s not that easy
I wasn’t born yesterday
No later on that evening
Just had to get that out of the way
Make the plan even

Michael Knight

The view from the
Ain’t improve
But I’ve yet seen a team fucking with the crew
Me and have saw it all
Wide frame
Everything this ain’t a plan
Don’t get rolled up like windows
Avoid the police man don’t call those dogs
Ain’t change
And I’m not mad
Garbage rappers need to find a style fast
Bring it all over niggers like a
Survive the flame
Kept these plants growing in desert sand
Alive I stand
Never a nigger did die. I got so high up
So I can autograph the sky

Michel Knight

Curren$y – Montreux (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Uh,
Kush smoke
Money clothes hoes
Hurry up before the elevator door close
This that 1980 Marvin Gaye live at the Montreux
Stars in the audience
Al Jarreau in the third row
Parental guardian? to this art for it’s my baby
Lazy eyed
Though watchful
Tryna play me I’ll spot you
Points I prove with my every move

Right from the beginning I was writing
That was very true
This is what I know
Make a fool outta you
If we were to duel
In tha hall player playin’ pool
Renegade bitches choose
Word to Max Judd
Drop jewels
Diamonds different hues
Type of shit I like to do
Orange leather in my coupe

Curren$y – Famous (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Verse 1]
Ain’t nothing changed but the weather
And the temp tag sequence of numbers and letters on my Chevelle
You can ride, but hey man, watch my leather
Cause bitches get ejected in traffic from disrespecting a classic
Rosé in the glasses, get the weed out the plastic
Spitta and them Monsta Beatz radioactive
I don’t kick it with no rappers, they be hustling backwards
Like the jeans on Kris Cross, who you Mack Daddy or daddy macking?
Pen lyrics on back on these napkins zoned out in a first class cabin
With noise cancellation headphones, two hash brownies for breakfast
This morning staring down at the ocean, inspired
Scribbling fire, on a streetcar named desire
Straddle a fence you only get caught up in the barbed-wire
I’m independent, fuck your system I get paid without it
Got a new pothead bitch who moonlighting as a blogger
That rapper weed she smoke, that Spitta stroke, she wrote about it
You can’t deny it, I’m a rider, word to Pac ambition
Houdini your main squeeze, she disappear she’s a magician
You can’t blame in the midst of the fame planes get changed
I sent her to the waffle house twit my order from the car man, yeah

[Hook]
And I’m looking famous
And you can tell by the reaction of them strangers
From distance tryna figure if it is or if it ain’t him
The reals say I’m on it, the haters say I ain’t shit, but I’m still

[Verse 2]
I’m high again waiting on the sun
Dozed off in my ’57 at the drive-in
This is a scary movie I’m in
But I do it for my folk who genuinely want me to win
I do a lotta smoking to stay over this bogus shit
My money and not on these bitches, my focus is locked
Niggas claiming to be jet planes but they not
Pay homage, the founder in the house kid
A MILF hunter, ask your momma she could vouch bitch
If she cool to fuck and down with rolling that barney up
Race-day money on the starting gate pony up
Hope you’re hungry, I got a plate of dust for ya homie, look up
Early morning exercise doing kush ups
I ain’t stingy with it, got a couple pounds put up
Bitches used to overlook us, now in my presence they shook up
See where this rap shit done took us? I’m still, still..

Curren$y – Flight Briefing (feat. Trademark & Young Roddy) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Intro: Flight Attendant Talks]
(Okay, as we get ready to take off, please make sure to check that your seat belts are fastened, that your tray tables are up, and that your electronics are off.)
Checks nigga, why haven’t we been there? Fuckboys wondering if they bitch next
(As the crew comes through to make final cabin checks, please let us know if you have any questions or need any help. We promise to do everythig we can to make sure you have a saft, comfortable flight.)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, With these lazy eyes I seen
More than you can see in seven lifetimes
Get you on track got the fresh scoop from inside
Give you insight on the situation cause I done it twice
Done a dotted line tightrope walk
Where the suits want results they don’t talk
Dozens of songs locked away and rotten in a vault
No one to blame it was solely my fault
No salt thrown, just boss game long
Right now I’m not trippin pimpin you can pay me for it when you get it
I’m tryna get a bigger home, put my niggas on
They puttin they niggas on we getting really strong
Met Rex jets, best shape ever
Winner circle, you squares need to get it together
Or stop hanging with each other go somewhere and get it separate
Your bitch want that vitamin D she looking desperate
Bullshit convo five minutes invested
Now she buck-naked lying to you via text message
In a snap like celery or fresh lettuce
Get beheaded trying to get ahead of us
You know what way is up

[Flight Attendant Talks]

[Verse 2 : Young Roddy]
Yeah
As the world still turning
My joint still burning
I hold my head high and I got that from uncle Vernon
So, if you want respect, you gotta earn it
It’s crazy, most people never learn it
Preach!
So, before they hear my sermon
Here’s my confession, I get dressed with my burner
Sheesh!
I know that ain’t right
But I know when shit’s weak
Try livin’ on my tray first streets
So, before I fall asleep
With a certified freak
Who just tryna get her hands on some courtside seats
I’m cool
Nice try, but you can’t get that from me
Nice guy, hard body man it way too weak
Gucci broads even said I keep it way too G
I never try to be something I’m not
I do me
I find it better on my own two feet
Roddy keep it unique and low key
Jets Fool

[Flight Attendant Talks]

[Verse 3 : Trademark da Skydiver]
Fresh Polo bucket
All them niggas know I’m acting’ out
Smoke so much kush in the whip I started blacking out
I’m hoppin out in one of the freshest without a doubt
Bitches love when I come around, they know what I’m about
Take em to the house
Fuck em good, smoke em out
Burn a whole ounce with a mama back to my paper route
I’m tryna put a couple a dollars in my money pouch
Bag to bag transactions then I’m over and out
Dumb it down?
Never that, you should know me buy now
I’m floating on a kush cloud and I never come down
Jet set, international we world renowned
All for takin niggas bitches when we come in town
Lames cryin over hoes, thats tears of a clown
I’m smokin on some purple and green, you steaming brown
Leaves with them sticks and seeds, they should see me now
Its M-O-B, I rest in peace on a money pile

[Flight Attendant Talks]

Curren$y – A Gee (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

And you cant do a thing bout it

You wanna live in a house don’t want no grass to grow.
Yo homeboys lookin’ bad and u giving cash to them hoes!
Ol’ sucka ass nigga fuck you round here fo?
Finna take off on the pluckers? man cabin door closed hoe
O’s rolled up fuck it we can get some mo
Kinda cotton had to stop at the 24 hr store
Drop them bomb ass tape V8 crate droptop
Sun ain’t even out but I cant wait for the rain to stop
Shine rather or not u wanna deal with it
The bitch in yo car wanna her us
Leer what? Jets yea run vets! From the cars to the broads mafucka be my guest!

A gee is what I am, a JET is who I be.
You know what I smoke and u cant see me.
No matter where u go, 1 place we’ll never be.
Is close even if you moved right next to me bro!

A gee is what I am, a JET is who I be.
You know what I smoke and u cant see me.
No matter where u go, 1 place we’ll never be.
Is close even if you moved right next to me bro!

On a mission and I’m fishing for my nigga Ski Beats
Quote live nigga rap broke a jive nigga back
Spineless spliff cruising with Optimus Primus and in the prime is
I’m inclined to sound better than other rhymers
Don’t bring them fools around him he’ll make em look clownish
Countach Lambo shoot like ammo thru traffic with green trees I blend in like camo
Flauge, gosh oh my where was I?
When things got hot
Somewhere cool laughin’ at you
Fuck rolling 1 roll 2 roll 3 loop the beat and light an incense in the booth yeah

And you cant see me
No matter where u go, 1 place you’ll never be
Is close even if you moved right next to me bro!
A gee is what I am, a JET is who I be
You know what I smoke, and u cant see me
No matter where u go, 1 place you’ll never b
Is close even if u moved right next to me bro

And you cant do a thing about it
And that ain’t gone change I’m sorry
Them bitches know the planes got it
And you cant do a thing bout it
Them bitches know the planes got it
And that ain’t gone change I’m sorry

Curren$y – Real Estates (feat. Don Kennedy) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Intro]
This is revenge
Like when them Russians caught Alonzo at the red light
No bullets, just pens
No machine guns, just machine lipped rims
Yeah, I let my fitted sit high
Cause I am really on my..grind, fool

[Verse 1]
And as the game rotate, and my name grows bigger
How many bitches want, not many bitches won’t
I know you think your bitches don’t but I know
What she did last summer, scream for me when I touched her
Chevy man, though lately had my eyes on the Cutlass
Fitna say fuck it, call Mousa, tell him cop it, give it to my brother
Sticky trees I sit under, tryna stay cool
Big city lights hotter than a mothafucka
Tuesday I’m SoCal, Wednesday it’s Calcutta
Socks up, stock rising, Kief Catcher Spitta grinding
Higher than my fitted riding
And if I showed you where I live, you would think that I was hiding
Can’t call it a neighborhood, I ain’t living by nobody
Applying for statehood, make my footprint in geography
Spreading my monopoly, and plus nobody I know got killed
In New Orleans today, I got cash put away and some more on the way, yeah

[Hook]
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
This the life we want nigga you only live it once
Uh, I let my fitted sit high cause I am really on my..grind
Yeah, I let my fitted sit high cause I am really on my..grind

[Verse 2: Dom Kennedy]
Uh, player shit, you niggas still cuffin
If I wanted her back, nigga I’d be still fuckin
Yeah, and I see niggas tryna rap like us
Watch the video, then try to act like us
I know we make this shit look easy
Do a show out in Brooklyn, when I just left the Easy
With my nigga Spit-Spitta, girls tryna get us
Tell her I be comin back, you best be doin all them sit ups
Don’t take me to the airport cryin girl, get up
She don’t want me to leave when I’m wit her
I tell her I’m the nigga that she need, not a needy ass nigga
The game don’t get any realer
I just want the red outside, black stripes like Thriller
I’m in Miami bumpin Trilla
I got dope on the low, but im not a dope dealer
The feds blockin like the Steelers
I let my fitted sit high, cause I am really on my grind
Katt Williams flow, bitch this pimpin all the time
You singin ass rap niggas simpin all the time
Fuckin up the game, niggas fuckin up my name
You don’t want no money, just fame
They ask me how I’m doin, shit I really can’t complain
Sippin champagne, and tryin to get everything I want
Yellin oceans in the back, Porsches in the front

[Hook: Dom Kennedy]
Uh, uh, I’m yellin
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
Yeah, Yeah
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the… uh

Curren$y – Silence (feat. Mckenzie Eddy) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Intro: McKenzie Eddy]
So I see the setting sun, and I get to feeling numb
Down on that side of town, back where no fun’s around
Back where I felt like me and everything you want to be
Just flows so easily, some I think may call it free

[Hook: McKenzie Eddy]
So (Low)
So, so (Low)
I can’t believe you (Called)
So (Low)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Yeah, as the joint burns
To the point that it stinging my finger
Tracks my talk show platform
Part Phil Donahue, part Jerry Springer
Momma come when I bring her
She go where I send her, kept it trill from the beginning
From Square One maintain Square Business
Don’t concern yourself with my mingling with other bitches
So crafty, mastered the flow
Alaska cold, silent foot assassin approach
High when I stroll
Not even leaving foot prints in the snow, you know

[Hook]
So (Low)
So, so (Low)
I can’t believe you (Called)
So (Low)

[Bridge: McKenzie Eddy]
So I see your face again, back where I’ve been traveling
Time, I think it seems, to have it’s grip on me
Friends, they say they call it for you, no matter what I offer you
Can’t believe in history, living in this misery

[Hook]
So (Low)
So, so (Low)
I can’t believe you (Called)
So (Low)

Curren$y – Hold On (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
A yard for my dogs, a crib for my main bitch
I’ve been a man and I am still stainless
Haters caught vapor, inhaling the anguish
Kill these beats, humane fashion, painless
Cellphone my bids to auctions, cop paintings
Gotta have ’em more than Caine-Loc needed them Daytons
Jets X Nes Phips, crack lacerations
Dope cuts, motherfucker catch up
The girl eyes wandering she wan’ know if that’s us
Heard about that Spitta stroke and she wan’ be next up
Homie mad talking about boy when I catch up
Shit bound to get all messed up and that’s so messed up
Let’s go rest up, I be in the cut
Got a can of Ozium in the truck
Fresh cut, word to Gucci, man photo shoot
Spitta in your city homie, send them hoes through

[Hook: Curren$y]
Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don’t mean I’m home
One not in front the house don’t mean I’m gone
Start a business, mind ya own

[Verse 2: Young Roddy]
And I stayed on my job when them niggas got lazy
And look how I changed them hood hoes to ladies
And look how I turned them hoopties to Mercedes
And I admit, to quit shootin’ ball was kinda crazy
But I was too focused on getting bread, pay me
Now they telling all of those DJ’s to play me
Mama sat me down and told me all about the 80s
My favorite color was green, like money, since a baby
The niggas turn flaky, bitches turn shady
But no more gray days, I waved goodbye to Macy
Purple haze give me lazy eyes like McGrady
And that’s on everything that 31st raised me
And that’s on everything, got Adidas in all flavors
Practice make perfect, perfect make paper
Paper take patience, and I’m still waiting
So it’s fuck you pay me, I’ve been ranned out of favors

[Hook]
Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don’t mean I’m home
One not in front the house don’t mean I’m gone
Start a business, mind ya own

[Verse 3: Trademark]
I’m just playing my position, posted like a center
Money on my mind, the bank account getting thicker
Blowing out of pounds, cases of the liquor
Surrounded by these bitches, I’m far from fictitious
Niggas claim they G, but they startin’ to look suspicious
Hating on the planes every time my name gets mentioned
I don’t pay ’em no attention, I keep on twisting up
This purp is so sticky, it’s getting stuck to my fingers
Jet set, we here, hitting the game from all angles
Got it in a chokehold, it’s more like a strangle
Say I’m one of the best and I ain’t never dropped a single
My flow on point, you can tell from the lingo
Christmas sack of trees, yeah I’m smoking Kris Kringle
Blue cheese, sour deez and the kush tastes mango
Trade keep it real, I ain’t nowhere near lame-o
The plane’s on the way, clear the runway and the lanes, ho

[Hook]
Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don’t mean I’m home
One not in front the house don’t mean I’m gone
Start a business, mind ya own

Curren$y – Fashionably Late (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Hook: Dee Low]
Good weed and broads, spaceships and stars
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
New Orleans and narcotics draped in metal and fiber optics
Cause dull bitches attracted to shiny objects
Well I guess y’all can kick it, Phife Dawg
Q-Tip, we all Souls of Mischief
This is how we chill until the globe stop spinning
I told all my folks that I’d be coming back with it
Now ask ’em if I did it any different, peppermints and lemons
Boss brothers chopping business around the table
It resembles a civil rights sit-in
Powerful shit, editing rooms, hours of clips
A man of many hats in this new era
Nurturing several smaller business underneath my umbrella
On the low low

[Hook]
Good weed and broads, spaceships and stars
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
And I’m still on top of the money
Dope boy mattress, a hundred K cash
With the box spring under it, who they think they fucking with
Spitta won’t have none of it, suits offer contracts
I tear that shit up in front of them, baby girl I’m just hustling
Without cocaine smuggling but this shit is dope Tito
Roll these as we smoke, joints infinity
Highed up, supposed to have breakfast at Tiffany’s
With Brittany but I got tied up, low riders
Hydraulics, trunks full of batteries and wires
Flow get tighter and tighter, adjustable pliers
Flip through these bitches like Zippo lighters

[Hook]
Good weed and broads, spaceships and stars
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause

Curren$y – Highed Up (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Rest in peace Pimp C (fool)(L)
Uh yeah, Some of my joints be tight

Some of my joints be fucked up,
But all my joints gon’ smoke
So g’s gon get highed up

Fuck all that shit you was talking,
You ain’t got no byzantine chain.
Shoes and ladder Chevy candy cane,
Bitches tangled in my slang.
Pilot language, we assassinate them lames.
Flash my high beams get the fuck up out our lane.
Stay straight,
I swear this shit goin how we planned it.
Left a couple niggas tho,
I ain’t really trippin tho.
See em when we see em,
Send em bottles and a couple hoes.
Spread love its the jet way all day,
Me and my bitch ridin’ to that biggie,
Up to texas choppin’ with them,
Bun up buy a meal ticket.
Real niggas from my set know I still kick it,
Others be like I don’t fuck wit em,
That’s why why I don’t fuck wit em.
I don’t know why tho,
I ain’t never fucked wit em.
Would never do that to em,
If I came up wit em. But fuck niggas,
We roll up bigger than you use to seeing,
Smokin’ em in places you ain’t use to being.
This is trill nigga season,
Real niggas eating scraps,
Get the scraps if we leave em. L…

Some of my joints be tight,
Some of my joints be fucked up,
But all my joints gon’ smoke,
So g’s gon’ get highed up.
Uh,
Some of my joints be tight,
Some of my joints be fucked up,
But all my joints gon’ smoke,
So my bitches get highed up.

Curren$y – O.G. (The Jam) (feat. Fiend) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Curren$y:]
Yeaaah, race car driver, in my own fuckin’ mind, Spitta Andretti, yes I’m
Anticipatin these niggas hatin’ yeah they waitin’ that’s fine
Maco snap through the fishin’ line. watch for the hook, Spitta bring it to just on time
On trees, like an ornament at Christmas time, on G’s
But don’t nothing move, til the money transfer, word to my crew
The green done colored my dreams blue, skeen, to slice that lead cake up, fuck them other niggas pay us
It’s like I’m in it but not really in that Matrix, Ocean’s 14, plot out new capers
Plant these money tree seeds, dollar bill leaves, leave me to rake it up
Wonderin’ who they reserve first place fuck, those niggas, no pictures, babygirl roll those joints bigger

[Hook x2]
Fuzzy dice, velvet seats, mahogany upholstery, A/C, sunroof cracked, this that, OG shit, you smell that?

[Fiend:]
All my Crooks got Castles, wonderwoman have lassos, hotboy crack tab of Tabasco
Nas international, cash flow, smokin out the volcano, kush natural
Used to have indo in my afro, one man band conquer west ?
Shawty I could hit it out the park satchel page
Damn I’m paid, thinkin’ of all that money I made, since lookin’ at the hip like I just got paged
Every summer, new car, new paint, girl I know you ain’t frown with yo’ pussy, you BAITCH!
I work too hard for " I can’t", stay burnin that " Man that shit stank!"
I’m in ya city girl, you a thick lil somethin’ I need one more for the Spitta girl

[Hook x2]
Fuzzy dice, velvet seats, mahogany upholstery, A/C, sunroof cracked, this that, OG shit, you smell that?

Curren$y – Micheal Knight (Remix) (feat. Raekwon) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Intro: Curren$y]
Yah…Lames catch feelings, we catch flights, Ugh, Jet Life, Jet Life
Race cars and weed jars

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, I got a style for every bump in your face
Grease ball ass nigga, Pontiac judge, open and shut case
You know, I’m bow tied till I die, though I made an exception for the ’69
So quick off the line
Coin double side, no matter what, we heads up
We in the yard, tell your dogs they should be aware of us
We break it off, like an engagement gone bad
I fill your jaccuzi with them groupies make it a bird bath, miss me?
No you didn’t bitch, with that bullshit, miss me
Tryna claim Spitta name, tyrna be Ms. Me
All of that, kicks to me, silly rabbit trickery
You only around because my spot is where you wish to be
Hope to catch me sleepin’ by being freaky but baby girl
Let me be the first to say it’s not that easy
I wasn’t born yesterday, nor later on that evening
Just had to get that out the way and make the playin’ field even

[Chorus x2: Curren$y]
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, ski dooo doo dooo doo

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
And the view from the rockin’ chair improves
But I’ve yet to see a team fuckin’ with the crew
Near fall, I saw it all, wide frame
Everything with wings ain’t a plane man
Indo get rolled up like car windows
Avoiding the police man, them car Winslows
The wind blow in change, and I am not mad
Old garbage bag rappers need to find a style fast
Its written all over niggas like a Dapper Dan
Survive rough land, cactus plants growin’ in desert sands
Alive I stand, left for dead, though a nigga didn’t die
I got highed up so I could autograph the sky

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, ski dooo doo dooo doo

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
Yeah, Shalah, Louis rich
Definitely dressed down and everybody here know it
Yo, a snow white Aston on the ground with a poet
Louis the kid, who told you to come to the crib
Threw a bag in your lap and told you don’t blow the kids
We milled up, actually my flowin’ is real tough
Sport these gazelles, faded leather on real rough
Bank account, don’t even question
Spent all my money last year buyin’ shit investments
Marvelous, gangsta, New York nigga, make me sick
Rather screw honeys who ain’t cuffin’
All my life, six black kids stolen right from kick dice
And strip you and slice you
So listen young niggas, I’m a give you some jewels quick
Don’t ever rat your friends out, you stand in a pool of shit
Lookin like a crab ass faggot
Sooner or later them boys that was hating on you got the ratchets

Curren$y – Opening Credits (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Verse: Curren$y]
It was right around the time
I thought I had to move back with my mom
I had to sell my first lowrider
Halfway to the top, went to sleep, woke up at the bottom
They turned off my lights, I lit candles and I plotted
Got it before, getting it again shouldn’t be a problem
Every month dropped something
Then the Double X-L put a nigga on the cover
Made the freshmen ten like a year before my brother Wiz
Rap hustling and we rocked e’rywhere we went
Then I tried to start to start a business with Damon
Charged that to the game, learned some thangs
I thought I earned some change
But fuck it, mayne, it’s all the same, I’d live the same life again
If it don’t kill ya, it just make you realer
Stepping into the house shoes of a big wheeler
Always wrote my own rules; this Jet Life, nigga
Remembering when I couldn’t smoke in the buildings
Now the executives is dancing on the ceiling
I’ve been moving around, moving around trying to get it

Curren$y – Long As The Lord Say (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Verse 1]
Cranberry crepes to begin the day
Just another chance to fill the safe
Let us pray, if we pull it off and get away, smooth escape
And they stay fam for all our days, forever paid
Never played, never saved a bitch who misbehaved
That’s a privilege, niggas is made
Andretti Corleone, Spitta in his lane
Don’t be over here get ran over, no brakes in the rain
High performance motors, champagne
By God’s amazing grace I done maintained
Foolishly wake up tomorrow, do the same thing
Money and drugs on the brain, just trying to come up outchea
It’s rough outchea mane, drain all the love out your veins
Nothing but a cold blooded hustler remain
Trying to get to it, multiply by two it then five
Divide it amongst my crew, you know how we do

[Chorus x2]
Plottin’ like always
Marble floor hallways
Smoked out all day, tryin’ to get more paid
Long as the Lord say the same, mane

[Verse 2]
Long as the Lord say the same, mane
We can have championship rings
Touch, any and everything
Come out on top long as I don’t stop
When I don’t drop it be like a coke drought
Dad will be back soon, love don’t pout
Dirty stall mean you already know who let the dogs out
Same nigga stay bringing cars out
When it’s broads, same player rock the gold, nigga getting hoes
Pull up bumping this probably get you mo’
I’m super glued to the G-code
Sticking to the script, played the role, made the honor roll
Shit makes sense to you further on down the road
Shiver when I spoke to her cause my game cold
Icebreaker cut precise like lasers
VVS talk quite persuasive

[Chorus x4]
Plottin’ like always
Marble floor hallways
Smoked out all day, tryin’ to get more paid
Long as the Lord say the same, mane

Curren$y – Froze (feat. Riff Raff) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
Feel so cold
I came up in the world so cold
Got my heart on froze, my heart on froze
Feel so cold
I came up in the world so cold
Got my heart on froze, got my heart on froze
I came up in this world so cold

[Verse 1: RiFF RAFF]
Yeah, uh, mind incoherent
Taint the days from the bad experience
I don’t hit the line, I pass the interior
Exterior Phantom, seldom wait for stanza
Bout to hit a couple stories, boy scout lantern
Ca-ca-cathedral box, center stage like Chris Rock
Recline the top like Peter Pan drop
Drop a couple smells, top smells, top shelf
Ch-Ch-Cheddar melt
Fast forward silk chain made from Tinkerbell
Luxury coated, due to a couple pairs dancing
Marinara sauce on the seat belts, Versace fence
I’m Michael Phelps with the gold medallions
I pulled a couple stallions, my rims rattle
I ball like Ralph Samson, Riff!

[Hook]
Feel so cold
I came up in the world so cold
Got my heart on froze, my heart on froze
Feel so cold
I came up in the world so cold
Got my heart on froze, got my heart on froze
I came up in this world so cold

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Undefeated like my sweats, untouchable rep
Underrated, overhated, fuck ’em, I’m a jet
Life on the set, nigga, live and direct
Like an intercept, halt your progress
I don’t celebrate that touchdown yet
You soft as a night gown, clown, I see that right now
I’m cold, I’m froze like you should have wrapped them pipes
I’m cold, I’m froze like put some coats on them children
‘Fore you let them outside
Getting strong off that green spinach, bitch; Popeye
Pot got me lazy in my long sleeve tie dye
Whippin’ a Mercedes AMG 96 2 door 600
Alloy wheels on it, yeah
Introduce me to your best bitch, homie
Eyes can’t hide her desire, she on me
Heart on fire for Mr. Frosty, I’m cold, yeah

[Hook]
Feel so cold
I came up in the world so cold
Got my heart on froze, my heart on froze
Feel so cold
I came up in the world so cold
Got my heart on froze, got my heart on froze
I came up in this world so cold

Curren$y – Get Down (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Refrain] x2
Drugs for you ears
You’ve been alive, just wasn’t aware
But now you have to get down
And we’re so happy to have you, have to get down

[Verse 1]
I wrote a million dollar verse on a napkin
While awaiting my baked Alaska
Couple shots before and after the meal
But not too much liquor to handle
Swear I got this audio dope mastered by engineers
Professors who receive masters, it’s degrees
Certain things you must achieve ‘fore you ask it be allowed
All inside store the pow-wow
So include it in the private cloud cause this game sorta got my spirits down
I need my baddest bitch and my realest niggas and a couple pounds
Years later, Pilot Talk III finally being wrote now
So tell them culture vultures where to stick it
Tell them stuffed suits to up them digits
We drug dealing, musical terrorism
Underground faction existing
So you don’t have to accept that bullshit they giving you to listen

[Refrain] x2
Drugs for you ears
You’ve been alive, just wasn’t aware
But now you have to get down
And we’re so happy to have you, have to get down

[Verse 2]
A G is what I am, a jet is who I be
You know what I smoke anywhere I go
All access, never it locked though
Spitta got the key to the globe, well travelled
I done lost more passports than you done took trips lil daddy
Let’s congratulate less on the purchase of his Caddy
Strolling in the booth with a freshly lit fatty
No raw packages so I had to zig-zag it
Like I did back when, ain’t nothin’ changed but the addresses
New crib but I kept my old door mat
Remind yourself where you came from, you could go back
You’ve been told that, buss em, know that
Cause they’ve been show that
Learn the hallway, dead in the hallway
Or cuffed and stuck sitting in the back of them cars mayne
When you could have been a star mayne, shit raw mayne
I want you to have it all, big crib, big car
Have your cake and eat it, every motherfuckin’ piece
With the icing that you like
La-la-da-da-la-la-la-la, Life

[Refrain] x2
Drugs for you ears
You’ve been alive, just wasn’t aware
But now you have to get down
And we’re so happy to have you, have to get down

Curren$y – Sidewalk Show (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Verse 1]
One time for the lifers, two times for the lighters
One is nothing if the other not present in the cypher
Let us never be divided, OG game provided
By the star of the show, not a side kick
My side chick got a side chick
That both came to slip and slide on my ishh
If I can find time
Diamonds in my Rolex got me temporarily blind
Forgive me for that braggadoious line
I’m not so flashy with mine
But every now and again you gotta remind niggas that I’m really on the grind
Some rappers just say it cause it rhymes
I say it, I plant it and then it’s mine
Roll up on me and see with your own eyes
That SLS keep em surprised

[Verse 2]
James Brown rendition
Don Perrion bottles is frigid
A couple models in here, Bridgette and Bridget
On wise and done lines, I spectated they got naked and played twister
I rolled another broken finger, this one was more extended
Smoke this for my nigga who no longer with us
Your spirit jump out them T-shirts and pictures
You live on my nigga
It’s like them coward ass suckas never killed ya
I’m taking dabs of the OG wax
My girl at the spa getting a Brazillian
When she get home I’m going swimming in it

Curren$y – The 560 Sl (feat. Wiz Khalifa) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Hook: Curren$y]
560 SL, big paper on the low like a coke sale
560 SLHeard they’re tryna stop us but oh well
Big paper on the low like a coke sale
560 SL
Heard they’re tryna stop it but oh well

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Skyline, condo high rise
Roof top pool, let them birds swan dive
Disrespect the apple of your eye
Thinking she was a prize
She a pie and everybody gets a slice
Cut, slumped in the 240 SX
And they ain’t even know it was us
Surprised by the time they realize you was getting with the deal
Fuckin’ with the motherfukers, homie this is real
Michael Mann, camera pan, glimpse into the life that I live
It’s just rap but it’s looking like that king pin shit, so they set traps
Tell ’em throw that salt back on the spice rack
Bosses take and give careers back
Orphans looking for their real dads
Oh how many rap sons I have
Laughing as I hit the gas, then I lit the gas

[Hook: Curren$y]
560 SL, big paper on the low like a coke sale
560 SLHeard they’re tryna stop us but oh well
Big paper on the low like a coke sale
560 SL
Heard they’re tryna stop it but oh well

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
560 SL, $70, pump one at the shell
Who else could it possible be?
Done so well you know it had to be me
Capital G, tee tops on the grand national
At the business conference via satellite
Couldn’t make it in cause I had a wild night
Fill me in on what I’m missing, get them checks right
The streets gon’ love with what I do with mine on site
Super sport, pumped on the black tops in the cut
Ballin’ out, holding that smoke in
As the world go round, prices go up
As the tips go down, they duplicate, we innovate sounds
That’s why I never play my new shit round them clowns
King shit, Rolex crowns, we chopping paper in here
Don’t know what you talking bout right now
We sittin’ in this

[Hook: Curren$y]
560 SL, big paper on the low like a coke sale
560 SLHeard they’re tryna stop us but oh well
Big paper on the low like a coke sale
560 SL
Heard they’re tryna stop it but oh well

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
I’m finished answering question on personal shit
I’m tired of niggas running up on me asking for verses and shit
Been too many places where they act like we ain’t supposed to be there
They don’t respect us, still we start cursing and shit
I might need a hearse for my ‘fit
My verses so tight that I have to write them cursive and spit
I might need a nurse I’m that sick
I might need a girl who don’t care about purses and shit
I might be the best of my time, my team record perfect
Can’t achieve less you workin’
I done came a long way, came a long way
These boys ain’t never seen it, I heard it
That’s why they show me love and respect when they see me in person
Show you how to be a boss instead of being a burden
Spread love, that’s the player way
Got your main bitch in my Mercedes rolling up
Thought I told you I’ma shine fool
Pocket full of money, keep them pistols in the tuck
Get my

[Hook: Curren$y]
560 SL, big paper on the low like a coke sale
560 SLHeard they’re tryna stop us but oh well
Big paper on the low like a coke sale
560 SL
Heard they’re tryna stop it but oh well
560 SL, big paper on the low like a coke sale
560 SLHeard they’re tryna stop us but oh well
Big paper on the low like a coke sale
560 SL
Heard they’re tryna stop it but oh well

Curren$y – Audio Dope 5 (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Sleeping outside for it, like they waiting on Jordan’s… nigga

[Verse 1]
Bunsen burners, laboratory beakers
Pour it in the speakers
Haters fire heatseekers
Though they fail to reach us, we
Too cold, your soul
Shiver when you see us
Mad that you can’t be us
So you planning ways to see us
Defeated, it’s not happening
One deep in them two seaters mashing
Ignoring the pain like pitbulls when they scrapping
I’m, too far in it to stop and see if I’m injured
I gotta finish my nigga, I gotta kill it
Signed, sealed, delivered at your front door nigga
Where you gonna go nigga
Audio dope dealers
Smugglers ripping through the jungle on them four wheelers
Shit don’t get no real love
We got these hoes chilling
Because we can smoke in here
Working hard, we party with the privileged
I got it all, because I’m gifted
The lord giveth, my nigga

[Hook x2]
Knocking at the door cause’ they want some more
Sleeping outside for it, like they waiting on Jordans
I can’t afford, to not record it
Cause’ I know them niggas waiting on it

[Verse 2]
Jet life, love boat, all aboard bitches
Smoke a jernt, and play some shuffleboard with me
Them boys living, them boys getting it
Going from boys to men
Check the cut on my denim
Check the stitching
Authenticism in my lyricism
Studio coke written
The booth, the stove, the kitchen
Scraping the sides of the pot
Not a dollar we missing
And the aim still the same
We acquiring more millions
It’s like the Wire
It’s like New Jack City
It’s like Menace
This shit serious, I’m not kidding
You’ll get killed for being curious
Cats get chased by the big dogs
Round’ here, aw yeah
Shit will get wicked quick
And ya’ll was just kicking it
Now you gotta pick up your homie up
Cause he got hit, and them niggas is still shooting
Fuck is you gonna do
Pussyfoots’ll never feel a real niggas shoes

[Hook]
Knocking at the door cause’ they want some more
Sleeping outside for it, like they waiting on Jordans
I can’t afford, to not record it
Cause’ I know them niggas waiting on it

Hoes feel this, professional audio dope dealers…
Yeah man…

Curren$y – Life I Chose (feat. J. Townsend) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Verse 1]
Botched hits, failed attempts
Though we never died, suckers better hide
Or regret they tried
Fumbled, 4th and one
On the goal line, I’m ‘fin to take it back that 99
96 flow shift, Impala with the cherry wine
Bitches trying to sip, don’t get too drunk to ride
Might call up on you bitch you know there is a time
We might need you for a mission
I weigh your living on line, cause they see us getting it
Wonder if its mafia tied, scheduled one lyrics keep ’em high
Surveillance at the marina, they ain’t think I seen ’em but I spied
They tried to tail us home from the arena
Hoping that would lead ’em to a lead
We waving as we pass off, peace
Boss fool, people that you got to talk to before you run up on me
Doors you got to be walked through by OG’s
Triple OG’s, like 1000, listening to Ice T with a frozen Long Island
Trying to get right quick like right now-ish

[Hook: J. Townsend]
This is the life I chose, yeah
And this the life I’m living
No matter how it goes, I gotta deal with the cards I’m given
That’s why I don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around
Cause you know I’ll make it down, I’ll make it down, I’ll make it down

[Verse 2]
Paper straight but I keep it in the closet
Furs on the coat rack, rollies in the pockets
My girl mom wanted her to marry a doctor
Disappointed in her choice until I picked her up in from the airport in that Rolls Royce
What could you say, the cost to be the boss been paid
I lost some but in the end I won
When its all done they say I was the one
Don’t apologize though, I ain’t worried bout it
Knew I was ill-er than those niggas the whole time
You smell the difference in my gas when I roll by
I could probably teach a a class
So much work, I make it seem effortless
Everyday sweats I’m in still fresher then peppermints
These niggas better chill before I start rapping for real
Independent hustler, then I got a major deal
Released barges of raw at will and I will, nigga

[Hook x2]
This is the life I chose, yeah
And this the life I’m living
No matter how it goes, I gotta deal with the cards I’m given
That’s why I don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around
Cause you know I’ll make it down, I’ll make it down, I’ll make it down

Curren$y – Pot Jar (feat. Jadakiss) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Parlayed the Caymans
Flew to vegas just in time for the weigh-in
Fight night, MGM, vaporizer blazing
Valet for the classics, trucks with armored glasses
Franchise players on a momentous occasion
Announce the fact we made it, tip a c-note to the waiters
Send a bottle to your table, it’s a celebration
Rollie presidential, inauguration stones clearer than an HD station
And you hating
If you’d have had one that’s nice I’d have told you congratulations
I stole home base while you was tying your laces
Your bitch gave out the dugout
Smoked out the clubhouse
Welcome to the majors

[Hook: Curren$y]
Niggas hoping I get knocked off
In the studio making them drop offs
Ducking them hip-hop cop cars
Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar
Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Certified dope on three coasts
Bread healthy, wheat toast
Tryna see the fam wealthy, the fam help me
Held me down when I needed it
Held me up when I couldn’t reach it
Flashlight when I couldn’t see shit
Saying my prayers, smoking my weed
Listening to Roy Ayers
With more pull in my city than the mayor
Smart not scared
Highed up but aware and prepared
If them fools from over there ever came round here
But we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it
(Audio drug lord with this music)

[Hook]
Niggas hoping I get knocked off
In the studio making them drop offs
Ducking them hip-hop cop cars
Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar
Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Don’t nothing move but the decimal
Everyday above ground is a chess move
Don’t let the little things stress you
If you can go without killing a nigga, you successful
Low key, like I’m riding with a whole key
But I’m just chasing these cookies with this OG
I don’t do first halfs, I need the whole fee
You want Jada, Kiss, or you want the whole me? (which one)
And I don’t be popping bubbles
If I ain’t house shopping I’m at the dealer copping doubles
Ain’t where I wanna be, but I’m not far
Answers at the bottom of my pot jar (light one)

[Hook]
Niggas hoping I get knocked off
In the studio making them drop offs
Ducking them hip-hop cop cars
Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar
Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar

[Outro]

Curren$y – Search Party (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Verse 1]

Sucka ass niggas keep stealing
The real ones keep building more shit
Clown shit that I’m not feeling
Too much, cut that bullshit, snuff they dealings
Mainstream got it all fucked up
You want the real dope then you gotta come to us
Underground niggas papered up
Fuck that award show
Get ’em tickets to my bitch like "y’all go"
I gotta get these bars wrote, that raw coke
Musical key loads, boat loads, car loads
Hollywood celebrity types and hood stars know
Your existence is hanging in the balance bro
Residuals is critical, we need them stacks kid
Wake up to them bowls, no cereal
Plane materials is how I flow
If I write about it then believe it’s what I know
That’s why it comes so easy to me
You see literally I flow like a river current
While them other niggas fronting, finna say fuck it
Star write screen plays
Swear my life like a movie in so many ways
Aw man

[Verse 2]

I’ma kill a niggas spirit when I pull up in this
The kid cruising by without going into the event
Crew members in attendance so I’m represented well
I was in the studio with that triple beam scale
New Beamers, swerve ’em in the rain, make ’em fishtail
Reckless, though I mean well
My intentions were good, but my niggas too hood
You was talking down on the set and it got back to ’em
Now my dawg highly upset, I gotta watch what he doing
Cuz if he catch you slipping he might do something stupid
I worked to hard for this to see my niggas lose and being foolish
I was aware the snakes was there when I moved in
But that money make it easier for home improvements
Make sure that you trust your shooters
The closest ones to ya be the ones that’ll do ya
I ain’t have to tell ya

Curren$y – All I Know (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Adidas slides, when I arrive
Hundreds socks, money knots
Left a couple killers outside, under strict instruction
If I ain’t back in 15 minutes, They tryin somethin, Rush em
Chichi get the yayo
We could shape into what we want like Play-Doh, with this batch
A Ferrari FF hatchback
Brown cajun, blazin out the sour patch
Time lapsed, clouds passed, My mind wraps around plans to bring in more cash
Make em more mad, Jernt burnin slow
Biscayne Bay, Cigarrete Boats go fast
I know what they used to call em, because Im OG used to ballin
Now homie you can’t see, but you pretend that you was lookin for em
In a player ass loft witcho girlfriend cookin for em

[Chorus]
Money hoes clothes, yea that’s all a nigga know
Stars on the roof bitch, marble on the floor
A hunnit jernts comin yea that’s all a nigga know
Tell the truth you know I get it bitch, and all these niggas know

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Fifty roaches in the ashtray
Smokin better than good on a bad day
I could see my cars from this balcony
Bitch you could touch the stars from this balcony
Schoolin em
Teachers lounge, Drinkin crown with the faculty
To trade this, I had to be crazy bitch
Thought I made dumb decisions til they saw I made it stupid rich
Played it smart with my mind, not my heart
Automatic start, and assisted parallel park
And I don’t even like new cars, this for my broad
Grind hard with my dogs
Day oners, front runners, the done numbers
1997 Bulletproof Hummers
61 Impalas with the gold bumpers
Double antennas
Rap hustlin ass niggas smokin out yo bidness center for the whole winter

[Chorus]
Money hoes clothes, yea that’s all a nigga know
Stars on the roof bitch, marble on the floor
A hunnit jernts comin yea that’s all a nigga know
Tell the truth you know I get it bitch, and all these niggas know