The Usual Suspects Curren$y (Ft. Fendi P, Fiend & Smoke DZA)

[Intro: Smoke DZA]
Kushed god, bitch
Jonesie
Sometimes you just need to be serenaded with the instrumental
183rd shit
Riiiight

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Cooking up a batch
Ladies show they titties
Real niggas tip they caps, real trappers
For my hustler niggas with no choice
Posting up, slanging that oh boy
Stay on your grind, only way to turn a 300 to a Rolls Royce
Life is good, nah, life is great, now I'm 'bout to get my niggas straight
God bless a nigga with some legal ones so I can stay off the interstate
Not everybody getting money, not everybody selling out shows
Not everybody toured the world like four times, three albums in stores
From Australia up to Montauk, I kill 'em with the Don talk
And when it comes to this indie bread, I'm the hip-hop Thom Yorke
I'm too real for the radio heads, I'm an underground king
But these bitches can't stop my show and that's word to the Pimp
Low eating lobster and shrimp, all the bad bitches want to link
I'm like, fuck with a real nigga and stop feeling bad for that simp
That's the other species, come sip some of this PJ
And smoke some of this sweet tree and everything will be geetchi
DZA