Disappearing Ink Curren$y (Ft. Styles P)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, let me sing (Nigga)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, shit so dark you need night vision just to listen
Disappearing ink, it was written hieroglyphics
Niggas lookin' like clones, all saying they tryin' to be different
Reflection
So deceptive there's too much smokin' mirrors
I'm stoned on my own playing oldies from my phone
Bluetooth in the coupe cost the price of a home
Always gone
Money mission neverending, went through hell to get it
Spend them digits on princess flooded religious pendants
My mom's prayers keep me from dealing with deceitful niggas
I seen them niggas dawg and you was with 'em
I wrote these rhymes to the sounds of you snakes slithering
I seen it like a flow model zenith
33 inch bro, I mean it though
Things can get real quick while I just play it how it go
Learnt that in the NO
Rap hustling fasho
Bitches in and out revolving doors diggin' for gold
While I'm mobbin' in the side with no piece on my Figaro
Diamonds on the lobster class, just a light splash