Ferrari Saga Curren$y
"Ferrari Saga" by Curren$y, released in 2021, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of luxury, ambition, and the high life associated with car culture. The lyrics reflect a laid-back yet aspirational lifestyle, showcasing Curren$y's smooth flow and vivid imagery. Its jazzy instrumentals and chill vibe contribute to its unique sound, resonating with fans of the genre.
[Verse 1]
Rainy nights, streetlights
Ideal situation for this presentation
PowerPoint, crumbling that flower to roll a joint
Disassemble your empire in an hour
Dissolve that shit if it don't involve my clique
We want all of this, coward quick throw in yo towel
You're not built, you not equipped
Fucker you might get kicked
You don't really stand that tall homie, you on stilts
And when the real get revealed, oh man
That mask get pealed off, damn
You got a real issue on your hands
You got soldiers awaiting command
Getting in serious shit with bad leadership
That only leads to defeated cliques, defeated chips
And I ain't tryna see that shit
I gotta keep this circle of bosses really close nit
Homie and you know this
[Chorus]
Smoking, reminiscing Tony coked up
Damn life fucked up even when you blow up
Late nights in my Testarossa
Hope the po-po's, don't roll up on us
I don't know if they gon' try and smoke us
In the club where gold diggers approach us
Thinking they gone try and come up on us
This shit ain't no different from your corners
Rainy nights, streetlights
Ideal situation for this presentation
PowerPoint, crumbling that flower to roll a joint
Disassemble your empire in an hour
Dissolve that shit if it don't involve my clique
We want all of this, coward quick throw in yo towel
You're not built, you not equipped
Fucker you might get kicked
You don't really stand that tall homie, you on stilts
And when the real get revealed, oh man
That mask get pealed off, damn
You got a real issue on your hands
You got soldiers awaiting command
Getting in serious shit with bad leadership
That only leads to defeated cliques, defeated chips
And I ain't tryna see that shit
I gotta keep this circle of bosses really close nit
Homie and you know this
[Chorus]
Smoking, reminiscing Tony coked up
Damn life fucked up even when you blow up
Late nights in my Testarossa
Hope the po-po's, don't roll up on us
I don't know if they gon' try and smoke us
In the club where gold diggers approach us
Thinking they gone try and come up on us
This shit ain't no different from your corners
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