[Verse 1 - Curren$y]
Sober flow, I ain't smokin five days
But I'mma burn this beat and leave it in a ashtray
Yo Joey, give me a light, so I can see where I'm goin
These niggas actin like hoes and these hoes is actin like niggas
I'm like "Whyyy?"
Figured I could go without an answer
Like Philadelphia 76ers without Ive
Spitta spittin, he from the city of killers
But don't got a mean bone in his body
Pussy-ass niggas keep on tryin to bring it out me
So I'mma have to call my guys in
That's a bigger network than Verizon, all of em kamikaze
Homie you don't believe me, you can try me
Crash and burn, long as they take you with them
Now it's a completed mission
And I could give a fuck about who on their television if it ain't my team
Give a fuck how much you spendin if it ain't my green
Give a fuck about you bitchin, you treated like a queen
Y'all niggas is obscene
Night life, New Orleans is my scene
Even if I'm not seen, motherfucka
Spitta, I write a rhyme
And that may not be, what you call gangsta, but it's my life
You niggas is livin lives, Santa Claus will put a lump of coal in your stocking
Hearin that shit that you droppin, but it was not that nice
Both hands is broken, you can't write, better hire a ghost
Spitta got money to burn, turn bread to toast
Chemical flow, I turn crack back to coke
Melly, yo, give me a light
Who's givin them niggas fashion advice?
These niggas dressin like bitches, these bitches dressin like niggas
Don't know the homie a homie or he a dyke
Look twice, shorty might be a guy, hail day for real
But the same intensity that a dog chasin a mailman
That's how I'm a chase this mill
Don't like paper so I won't take that deal
Spitta nigga, I write a rhyme
Sober flow, I ain't smokin five days
But I'mma burn this beat and leave it in a ashtray
Yo Joey, give me a light, so I can see where I'm goin
These niggas actin like hoes and these hoes is actin like niggas
I'm like "Whyyy?"
Figured I could go without an answer
Like Philadelphia 76ers without Ive
Spitta spittin, he from the city of killers
But don't got a mean bone in his body
Pussy-ass niggas keep on tryin to bring it out me
So I'mma have to call my guys in
That's a bigger network than Verizon, all of em kamikaze
Homie you don't believe me, you can try me
Crash and burn, long as they take you with them
Now it's a completed mission
And I could give a fuck about who on their television if it ain't my team
Give a fuck how much you spendin if it ain't my green
Give a fuck about you bitchin, you treated like a queen
Y'all niggas is obscene
Night life, New Orleans is my scene
Even if I'm not seen, motherfucka
Spitta, I write a rhyme
And that may not be, what you call gangsta, but it's my life
You niggas is livin lives, Santa Claus will put a lump of coal in your stocking
Hearin that shit that you droppin, but it was not that nice
Both hands is broken, you can't write, better hire a ghost
Spitta got money to burn, turn bread to toast
Chemical flow, I turn crack back to coke
Melly, yo, give me a light
Who's givin them niggas fashion advice?
These niggas dressin like bitches, these bitches dressin like niggas
Don't know the homie a homie or he a dyke
Look twice, shorty might be a guy, hail day for real
But the same intensity that a dog chasin a mailman
That's how I'm a chase this mill
Don't like paper so I won't take that deal
Spitta nigga, I write a rhyme
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