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curren$y - reality lyrics

[intro: sample]
when i die homes, i wanna go just like that, man
die? you ain’t never die, homes

[verse]
four on the floor with brains blown, that’s a fo+fo inch moon+roof
in the ss coupe, b+tch, yeah i’m ice+cold
high every time, i came through in my nice clothes
some of ’em my designs, jet life i own
gone off a zone, this was grown on a thrown
kings roll up a whole zip, we buy a truck load
andretti can of coke, the most valuable
eastside original, wit ties to the caliope
my homie in that mean gardena+green seventy rag
big trey, that’s my triple+og
smoke one for the dawg, young hog, rest in peace
still alive, name ringin’ in the streets
i’m creepin on three, left it on the side
ordered the five people some fries, rolled up my weed
n+ggas only livin’ like that when they be on beats
i be doing it every day, yo’ b+tch be comin’ through to see

them n+ggas high off some other drugs, thinkin’ they can f+ck wit me
do it in my sleep, run it, and i didn’t crease my sneaks

[outro: sample]
i mean, that’s just, it’s just, you know
i gotta have it bro, when i was in jail, i told you
you be sitting in that f+ckin’ hole, when i used to talk to you through that dann vent
there was three things i missed in this world, when i was in jail
my mother, father, my kids, and low+riding
i didn’t care about nothin’ else
that’s all i wanted to do, was go low+riding

- curreny lyrics

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