Can’t Get Out Curren$y (Ft. Young Roddy)

[Produced by Thelonious Martin]

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
I'm starting with the man in the mirror
I never seen myself being a broke nigga
I'm never seen in the company of no ho niggas
One of the bosses that could send an order
But I get out of the car, do it on my own, nigga
Think when Frank White send the hit on Chinatown Larry
Jumped out of that black-on-black, rat-a-tated
The enemy's main bitch was the first one that he let have it
My brother always strapped, I don't like guns too much
But see, he love me to death so I guess that's why he bought me one
Them haters be watching you son
Don't trip, we be watchin' them
So they'll never get the drop
Top in the trunk, smelling like a skunk
Looking like one too, racing stripes
Looking like coke lines runnin' across my coupe
Way higher than you
Bitch on the phone tellin' you something that's not true
Jet Life always coming up
Looking like a million plus when I'm coming through

[Hook: Curren$y]
Yeah, yeah, life
I can't get in and I can't get out
I can't get out and I can't get in
La, la, la, la, la, la