
Scottie Pippens Curren$y & The Alchemist (Ft. Freddie Gibbs)
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[Intro: Curren$y]
Yeah
Yeah
Where haven't we
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
You should be rollin' up by now
Yeah
Go get your lighters (Ugh)
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Showin' no signs of lettin' up
Still kick you in the head like I think you on the verge of gettin' up
No mercy, Cobra Kai, Cobra Commander
Deadly, venom-spitting; niggas just a salamander
I'm living a life worthy of capturing on camera, documented
How one of the last live ones did it
How I rolled up in the drop, how I rolled up that sticky
How I rolled with them women, elegant player, no simpin'
How I fucked 'em to sleep
How I rolled up out the building when I was finished, keep it G
Them niggas not original, they muh'fuckin' House of Mirrors
Not quite the image
I'm on that Popeye spinach, Mama mai-tai sippin'
She love a square nigga, but now, she tryin' somethin' different
Windy City Bulls, Mitchell & Ness wool jackets, some sweats, and Scottie Pippens
My description: high off that fuzzy, green prescription—
Lyin' if I sayin' that I isn't; if you lookin' for that nigga, I is him
All eyes in this direction, a burden and a blessing
Yeah
Yeah
Where haven't we
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
You should be rollin' up by now
Yeah
Go get your lighters (Ugh)
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Showin' no signs of lettin' up
Still kick you in the head like I think you on the verge of gettin' up
No mercy, Cobra Kai, Cobra Commander
Deadly, venom-spitting; niggas just a salamander
I'm living a life worthy of capturing on camera, documented
How one of the last live ones did it
How I rolled up in the drop, how I rolled up that sticky
How I rolled with them women, elegant player, no simpin'
How I fucked 'em to sleep
How I rolled up out the building when I was finished, keep it G
Them niggas not original, they muh'fuckin' House of Mirrors
Not quite the image
I'm on that Popeye spinach, Mama mai-tai sippin'
She love a square nigga, but now, she tryin' somethin' different
Windy City Bulls, Mitchell & Ness wool jackets, some sweats, and Scottie Pippens
My description: high off that fuzzy, green prescription—
Lyin' if I sayin' that I isn't; if you lookin' for that nigga, I is him
All eyes in this direction, a burden and a blessing
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