Scottie Pippens Curren$y & The Alchemist (Ft. Freddie Gibbs)

[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