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curren$y - title track lyrics

[verse 1]
streetcars banging up st. charles
new orleans is a work in progress
i can’t afford to take the day off
my young n-ggas stacking up money off the eight b-lls
and they ain’t never stepped in a pool hall
sh-t’s starting to break my heart
cause i don’t want that life for my n-ggas
i know we can be so much bigger
if the light got shined on my city
the world would be trippin’
off how many talented people was in it
other n-ggas had they little 15 minutes
and they ain’t know what to do with it
but wait ’til i get it
i’mma stretch it like armstrong
a million miles long
plus, i’mma put a bunch of other n-ggas on
spitta showin’ love, he’s far from selfish
i see a n-gga strugglin’, you know i’mma help him
show my n-ggas how to go from ballin’ to wealthy
and raise they kids up real nice and healthy
the streets so hot, all the road signs meltin’
i stay above that, i’m a fly -ss falcon
last night a n-gga got clapped with a magnum
the headshots made it look like mahicans scalped him
my brother in the window with a chopper like malcolm
while i’m in the homemade soundbooth rappin’
he say i got too much talent
and a flow that can change things
so that can make me a target of a hatin’ -ss-ssin
cause we done seen the worst of it happen before
the homie slim got murdered right when he was about to blow
it’s fear and loathing in the no
demons comin’ from wild angles
the sh-t is wild dangerous
but i’m maintaining my cool like john elway
or miles davis
the first rap i wrote was five pages full of bullsh-t and lies
about me k!llin’ n-ggas and flippin’ pies
but when i got by myself, i found myself
and realized that if i was a child in these times
i wouldn’t want to follow in the steps of these guys
clown -ss rappers
i’m waiting for the day that they primetime the realness
and sideline the whackness
the good n-ggas can’t get in the real game
no matter how much promise we showin’ at practice
n-ggas listen to my mixtapes and jack my swagger
get on tv with it, and then i gotta look at it
good thing i got a sense of humor
so when it happens, i’m laughin’
they just makin’ it more easier for me to travel on them
run the snap on ’em, it’s a wrap on ’em
chronicles of a swag donor
give five mics to the rightful owner
so we can wake hip-hop out of her coma
spitta, yeah

[outro]
just like that
four months on the road, n-gga
f.s., jets
yeah, where haven’t we been yet
shout-outs to smash

- curreny lyrics

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