Curren$y

[fox69]

"Life Under The Scope"

"Life Under The Scope"


[Verse 1]
Yeah, my weed lit, my glass chill
Couldn't be concerned less how a hater feel
Car service only opportunity for rest
In between destinations a lil' hibernation
Life under the scope I gotta stay fresh
They just wanna see ya fallin'
The only reason the cameras out when ya walkin'
The only reason they listenin' when ya talkin'
Waiting on ya to contradict yaself
Albeit evict yaself from the house
Like when Beth instigated that situation
When Tami got David kicked out
Suckers tryin' figure my angle
Puzzled by my shuffle icky wood in the bengals
Adjust my wing rudders in the prescence of danger
Drop bombs on them niggas from the middle
And stay calm knowin' we belong on the top
But we ain't trippin'
Cause we'll get there in a minute
Yeah, that's the statement for the mission
Swiss movement so my watch ain't tickin'
Who yo crew is
Them niggas is bums
Throwin parties don't any bitch come
They all at my art showin'
Me and my folks gettin drunk
Bangin' my sound from the wall mounts

[Hook]
Yeah, life under the scope
Everyday is a test
It's all day
Go, full speed, full court
Media, press
They just wanna see ya fuck it all up
Turn over, make ya give the ball up
They just wanna see ya fuck it all up

[Verse 2]
(Yeah)
Vintage egg chairs hangin' from the ceilin'
Naked beauties and plush pillows in em
Incense and fresh linen
I spit that complex venom
The real niggas it strengthens
The fake niggas it kills them
And the Big homie said
That he still got visions of the rooftop
As do I
George Jetson, Jefferson
Deluxe apartment in the sky
Niggas can't downplay me baby
I'm too high
Pilots speak I crafted these in my Impala seat
A New Orleans nigga
And I'm way in the NYC weed twistin'
On a mission and I'm fishin' for my nigga Ski Beatz
I been in the game, OG
Seen fools blow up
And blow it low key

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Lifers"

"Lifers"


The good lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
We cop that Chevrolet and put it on skates
The MGM Grand or The Palms for like three days
Coming up with a plan with my mans
We've been down since the high school
Always did a dry run, practice it
And then we put it all in action and that shit went down magic
Lay low bro don't cop nothing too extravagant
Let it blow over, then cop a horse and carriage when its good
Jet Life roll Beverly Hills on wheels through the hood
Well is that right, say he coming for me, well I wish he would
I be off site when that thunder come to you
Catch you down bad then they get you good
The good lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
The good lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
The good lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Never know what you will see fucking with me
Got the Range Rover 4.6 SC, luggage rack with the skis
Buying Number 9 and some weed
What they smelled on the scene
He didn't harm the female witnesses
As he said it was clean ya' mean
Like he can't do his thing when he swing
For the neck of a copy cat
Sucker you'll be euthanized for that
Chevrolets and Cadillacs
Three-wheelin' the cul-de-sacs
Smoking out my chronic sack
Thinking about my paper stacks
Don't stand in the way of that
Cause you'll be erased for that
Niggas ain't playing
We been bout money all of it
Chasing that money like it stole something, start running
The good lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
The good lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
The good lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running
Lifers ain't playing with this ball money all of it
Chasing that check like it stole something, start running

 

[fox69]

"Light Snax"

"Light Snax"


A lime to a lemon my Jetset women
Say she only feel alive when she with em
Jet Life tryna show she ride or die even if it kill her
I guess that's why I dig her
She throwin up the set in all her pictures
I come get her - smoke dilla through the cracked windows
Heavy conversation light dinner
Destination and into the navigation
A GPS we kept from an out-of-state rental
Underneath the moon and stars riding to that Krizzle
You like that sound, that's my nigga he from Mississippi
I be on tour with him you should come along with us
Champagne, flutes, cheese, crepes, and fruit
Fuck you know, Four Seasons drunk
Rolling a joint hitting buffet tables the fuck up
Get you back to your man's 'fore he knows what's what
Your friends hating on you saying you lucked up
A lime to a lemon my Jetset women
They allow me to get in where ever I fit in
I stop by we be chillin' and I get high with em
She caught three nuts but she never catch feelings
And bitch with that disposition we can count millions
I see that in ya got that 420 vision
'98 livin' these iceberg sweats got 20 racks in em
Light Snax, Andretti

 

[fox69]

"Like Five Duece Four Trey"

"Like Five Duece Four Trey"


[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Eyeing Venetian blinds for peace of mind
Sooner or later them motherfuckers'll try
Still goin' hard, though the critics say I'm blind
Say I lack dimension, say my lyrics are one-sided
It's the saga of the stoned Temple pilot
When it's all said and done them motherfuckers'll say I was a prophet
Spoke about the Bentleys right before I got 'em
Physical evidence that you could touch that paper without that sucker behavior
Them niggas waterin' it down, we bring that flavor
'95 Air Max, Diamond Turf be on
Sandals tied up and strapped clean and sharp
As a pack of thumbtacks in the laundromat, dog
On to that bullshit, so don't pull it
I hold potential like bullets, nigga
Might save your life and might kill ya
No sugarcoatin', no filter
The raw image right from the line of scrimmage
My nigga, you in it, uh
[Hook - Curren$y:]
I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey
I used to watch my brother break 'em in the stairway
I wore his chain and held his beeper at the dice game
And said, "Yo, here come them people" when them laws came
I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey
I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey
I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey
I used to watch my brother break 'em in the stairway
I rocked his chain and held his beeper at the dice game
And used to say, "Here come them people" when the laws came
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Sacramento ballin', vintage shoppin'
Mitch Richmond, bodied, stop it, pop it, I get it
Cop it, rim it, drop it, stunt in it, they watchin'
Blades spinnin', choppy
Sure of myself, but not cocky
Prayin' for the health of everybody around me
Prayin' that my moves only become more godly
Rememberin' my first ride in a Maserati
In Miami with my homie Lil Wayne steamin' broccoli
Motivation, I thought about that shit constantly
Now I collect Ferraris and I drive around at top speed
Fuck probably, wodie, I gots to be
Smokin' these beats like marijuana leaves
Higher than the top of trees
Still good, down-to-Earth people
Super illegal, in that black rag
Diamond in the back that you mad at
You'll get murked through the mail
Serve digital anthrax (sucka)
[Hook/Outro - Curren$y:]
I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey
I used to watch my brother break 'em in the stairway
I rocked his chain and held his beeper at the dice game
And used to say, "Here come them people" when the laws came
I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey
I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey
I used to watch my brother bake 'em in the dice game
I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey
I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey
I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey
I used to watch my brother break 'em in the stairway
I wore his chain and held his beeper at the dice game
And used to say, "Here come them people" when the laws came
I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey
I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey
I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey
I'm still buckin' like five deuce four trey
I used to watch my brother kill 'em in the stairway

 

[fox69]

"Livin'"

"Livin'"


[Verse 1:]
Showroom Testarossa
Leather in here softer than your sofa
Who the livest crew that you know of?
Smelling like a pound when we show up, more getting rolled up
Hostess show us to our section, bring them bottles over
Tip the valet a 50 and a doobie tip in the ashtray of the Rover
That's my lil' homie, I let him sit in there and get loaded
I play the cut 'til the nigga either bored or I'm hungry
Me and my hoes get pepperoni slices at 3 o'clock in the morning
This thing we've built, got my money stacks on stilts
Got my mama driving a Benz, LEDs lit, stunting with her friends
Saturday night card game, still ain't nothing changed, that's moms
I love to see her having a good time
Yellow gold Daytona, I'm a fine watch owner
Track suit sleeves can't hide it, yea it's still glowing
This bitch rubbing on my car seats, she fucking rolling
I do my thing and write about it in the morning
[Hook:]
Ride for it, get on the stand lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the chair fry for it
Never telling or snitching, rather swim with the fishes
Niggas know I'm committed to Jet living
We niggas know we ride
Nigga forever high
We never die
Jet living
[Verse 2:]
I'm talking audio dope, fool I'm sitting on keys
Pilot of the motherfucking J-E-T
Now if you wanna join the team, you know you must see me
But a sucker motherfucker's who you cannot be
Big drapes in my crib, hoes getting good sleep
Good rest, get up, go out, do they best
On behalf of the set, bring it back to the G's
I throw some to my bitch and spend the rest on weed
Way more than you need or could ever believe
In your lifetime your square eyes have ever see
Nigga, on point flow, so infrared beam
Choose sides 'fore we ride, nigga no in between
Set some fire to that Raw cone
Calling shots from a solid gold rotary phone, counting my cheese, nigga
The big chief, plotting all in my sleep
Bumping Shyne in that 5-9-9, oh my
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Living For The City"

"Living For The City"


[Verse:]
Uh, peanut butter leather
Brown liquor, couple sips, keep it together
Weed lit, sunroof lifted slightly
Gently tail the driver with murder gloves in my car cause I'm killing it
Premium preserves in my jar, I be getting it
From where if you ain't a member then you ain't getting in
Smoke to the fact that we be getting it
Higher than the ceilings in the penthouse's we living in
Boy you better get your bitch, over here
Taking pictures of the whips, asking us
What we gon' get into after it's badgering us
Life I chose why your women act like hoes
I know, this just a game I play when I get bored

[Outro:]
Living just enough for the
High'd up just enough for the
Living just enough for the
Never gave a, yeah

 

[fox69]

"Long As The Lord Say"

"Long As The Lord Say"


Cranberry crepes to begin the day
Just another chance to fill the safe
Let us pray, if we pull it off and get away, smooth escape
And they stay fam for all our days, forever paid
Never played, never save a bitch who misbehaved
That's a privilege, niggas is made
Andretti Corleone, Spitta in his lane
Don't be over here get ran over, no breaks in the rain
High performance motors, champagne
By God's amazing grace I done maintained
Foolishly wake up tomorrow, do the same thing
Money and drugs is on the brain, just trying to come up outchea
It's rough outchea mane
Drain all the love out your veins
Nothing but a cold blooded hustler remain
Trying to get to it, multiply buy two it then five
Divide it amongst my crew, you know how we do
[Chorus x2:]
Plottin' like always
Marble floor hallways
Smoked out all day
Tryin' to get more paid
Long as the Lord say the same
Long as the Lord say the same
Long as the Lord say the same, mane
We can have championship rings
Touch any and everything
Come out on top long as I don't stop
When I don't drop it be like a coke drought
Dad will be back soon, love don't pout
Dirty stall mean you already know who let the dogs out
Same nigga stay bringing cars out
When it's broads, same player rock the gold, nigga getting hoes
Pull up bumping this probably get you mo'
I'm super glued to the G-code
Sticking to the script, played the role
Made the honor roll
Shit makes sense to you further on down the road
Shiver when I spoke to her cause my game cold
Icebreaker cut precise like lasers
VVS talk quite persuasive
[Chorus x4]

 

[fox69]

"Look At It"

"Look At It"


Yeah, fool
Ladadada
Uh, yeah
Fool

Finna change the world like color TV
Studio with two O's and a girlfriend with me, bitch look at it
Here in the booth, my joint straight OG
That's all I smoke bitch, and you know this if you really know me
I'm rollin' back home in a 6-4 on chrome D's, bitch look at it
Made it rich from just keepin' it G, never switch
Doing things that wasn't me, an image that I couldn't see
One that I couldn't be, represented heavily
My city and my set until the death of me, bitch look at it
Slid through, drive by killed you
Flying Spur, three-piece stainless the shoes
Old niggas gettin' sick cause the dog gettin' rich
All night, wrappin' bricks, make a wish
Homie on the mix, get it right before we shift, bitch look at it
Put it on the street, watch 'em flip, it's a trip
Life's sweet but she's also a bitch
Get her high, fuck her good while I got the time
You know I stay 747 fly high
24/7, 365, no lie, like bitch look at it
Mainstream money, underground hustle got me jumpin' into larger tax brackets
Like bitch look at it
No tint on my Benz like bitch look at it
Via satellite from my palace, bitch look at it
You know what's happenin', made it rich from rap trappin', ha

 

[fox69]

"Look Up To The Jets"

"Look Up To The Jets"


[Hook:]
They look up to the jets nigga where haven't we been yet...
Fuck boys wondering if they bitch next
Bitches know the planes got it
No dope boy, I'm in the kitchen with crack tracks
Cooking up another batch
Motherfucker you know...
[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Brazilian bitches rolling my green leaves
Laying with they clothes off
Mahfucka I'm spitta, proved to niggas I wasn't a quitta
They thought it was over until the Jets took over
Act like you don't see it pimpin look up we cloud surf
Homie you can have the streets the sky is my turf
My work done doubled over the summer you in trouble
Cause the labels know I'm sure to do my numbers
The checks get cut like chef sliced cucumbers
Rocked first season BBC to the season opener
Half time we probably with the club owners
It ain't enough room in this city
About to land planes on some niggas houses yes
Homie come up out it this is our shit
Ask your girl who she rep she say jets
And in the steps of Michael Jordan
I won't claim to be the best
I just let my work speak for itself
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Bitches know the planes got it
Had it in the back so long I forgot about it
Club couch with a purple cloud around it
Bitches crowd around it I just lay back on my shy shit
Me and Young Roddy on our high shit
We don't know the difference between yo bitch or our bitch
But it was clear when your bitch got in my whip
Hot Spitta my music the soundtrack to the life every rich nigga
Niggas familiar with Recaro interior and rear mounted engines
My addiction to luxury livin is serious
Recording in a padded room my flow is delirious
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Lost In The Bossness"
(feat. Trademark Da Skydiver & Young Roddy)

"Lost In The Bossness"
(feat. Trademark Da Skydiver & Young Roddy)



[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, Circle of bosses, Bear skin rug my magic carpet
Broads dissapear off, Tits thighs so soft
Ain't nah nigga touch, Unless he acceptin the charges
Except for ya mans from New Orleans
Them broads is smart enough to know
That he a pro, And for G he never fallin
So fuck em for a good time, Then fall the fuck off
For he push you off, Because he on his grind
Rollie never set for quality time

[Hook: Curren$y]
Grown ass women, And little girl games
Thinking that rap is all the same
Think a phat ass gone buy her house....
And it probably will from one of these lames
Sex for checks is the name of they game
But wit the jets you dont go that route
They get lost in the bossness, And all turned around
They get lost in the bossness, If they can't swim the drown
They get lost in the bossness, Watchu bitches gon do now
They get lost in the bossness, Can't go back to fuckin wit them clowns
Because you lost in the....

[Verse 2: Trademark]
Blazin 50's, So back like out the T tops and vibe wit me
Of course wit me, Some broads and a ounce of this new sticky
The whip cloudy, my clothes crispy
Ridien through the city geting high wit my pretty bittie
My game to much for her really, I got her hook on she silly
I'm high, Foucused on millies
She high, Foucused and willin
To do anything I tell her, she does it because im winning
No simpin, Alive and high, Up and living

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Young Roddy]
A good girl gone bad, I seen it all before
Whats worse is that I might be the blame for it though
Shut your mouth that ain't the normal knock at that door
Might be them folks, You betta learn quickly how we roll
Case closed, Add more to my bank roll
She know how this game go, Its cold so we smoke it by the O
You try to keep up not even close
Girl my countin never fold, Fuck you take me for
This one of the trillest shit I ever wrote
Jet Life, Jets Go

[Hook]