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"Traffic"

"Traffic"


Mashin, smashin
Live ass niggas in traffic, lighting up
Gas is, classics, playa ass niggas in traffic, mashin
Live ass niggas in traffic, lighting up
Hittin classics, playa ass niggas in traffic, catch a nigga
Mashin to where the cash is, live ass niggas in traffic, yea bitch
Smashin, couple live ass niggas in
Uh
Swervin on purpose tell her herb lit shit perfect
Chevy surfin, bout 12 over south side dippin in the line
Chicks hypnotized by my Dayton wires, how I slide
They say I got a one track mind
But I think about money and cars all the time
What I drive to the awards when it's showtime
When it's go time 13 inch Dayton's like I'm skating on dimes
In my own lane, doing my own thang, stacking my own change
Rolling my own joints and I'm smoking my own strain
This a different cup I don't drink what y'all drink
I'm just tryna fill up the bank and my gas tank
Never pay attention to what y'all think
I rather drop 300 on a Mulsanne
So I could drive to my nephew ball game
Mashin, smashin
Playa ass nigga in traffic, rolling up
Not passing don't ask him
Playa ass nigga in traffic, lighting up
Mashing, smashin
Playa ass nigga in traffic on his way
To where the cash is, then we dashin
Playa ass nigga in traffic, yea
Mashin, smashin
Playa ass nigga in traffic, rolling up
Not passing don't ask him
Playa ass nigga in traffic, lighting up
Mashing, smashin
Playa ass nigga in traffic on his way
To where the cash is, then we dashin
Playa ass nigga in traffic, yea
 
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"Treat Em The Same"
(feat. Corner Boy P)

"Treat Em The Same"
(feat. Corner Boy P)



[Curren$y:]
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
That's just how the game played
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
No feds
That's just how the game played

Dime a dozen, going comin'
Flossin', stuntin'
Them hoes love it, want more of it
From the oven, dress
My sweatpants they the same brand as my luggage
High end chilling
Jet living, Sachs Fifthing
Shopping, sipping, kinda tipsy
Bumped into something bad walking past Tiffany & Co
By tonight I'll have her doing as I say though
Four switches gold Daytons on my stagecoach
Pretty things classy hoes get slayed all the same
Got game from my big bro
Spitta in your house what's the zip code
I Heard they got some freaky lil' women next door
Fo sho

Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
That's just how the game played
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
No feds
That's just how the game played

[Corner Boy P:]
True player, true blues, true to the game
Hard floors, Rollie dial, golden champagne
Game recognize, the real realize
Rims on little tires, candy bowties
Parking lot landlords when we brang 'em out
Can't take these ho's to the crib, you know they'll run they mouths
Got one tinted, pull it over when I dig her out
And roll me one, drop her off won't even smoke her out
I got a bitch that will leave me almost every night
So bad bitches come and go when your money right
And I'm in Balmain like it's Polo, all my Nikes is white
Oh I ain't nothing nice, I'm trynna fuck tonight
Awnser that text just don't miss this jet hoe
Still got old money, Jordan Retros
Never pressed but I'm a need it like the same day
Treat 'em all the same way, planes on the runway

[Curren$y:]
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
That's just how the game played
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
No feds
That's just how the game played
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
That's just how the game played
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
No feds
That's just how the game played

Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
Treat 'em all the same way
That's just how the game played
 
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"Trip To London"
(feat. Fiend)

"Trip To London"
(feat. Fiend)



[Verse 1: Fiend]
He never really saw the bullet coming
No type of instinct for running
I wish he would have came with me to London
I never knocked his hustle, I was the one that gave him muscle
And showed him how to make a missle, snap a bone gristle
Red peppered the floors, only by the doors
In case the D.E.A. got a drug sweep tour
Confuse the canine looking, and keep one on your waistline
A few thoughts when they really wanna chase mine
Why they wanna replace mine shots of tequila when I chase mine
One bullet proof transport, [?] number on who made mine
Smoking that gray pine, they save mine
I had to seek it, now I'm one of the ones that can speak it
[Interlude: Curren$y]
Ain't never gon' die homes
Too mufucking live for 'em
Tryna throw cases on him like a iPhone
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Jet Lifers, never die-ers
Mongooses with the stunt pegs and my seat had the vice grip pliers
Screws loose but the game was tighter
Al Pacino, Robert Loggia, Michelle Pfeiffer
All survived the action cause they was actors
This real shit is tragic homie, them automatics is actually clapping
We gon' have to pour liquor if you can't move a lil' faster
They was sparin' yo sister out of respect but now they getting at her
Cause you gone homes it done matter
Shit cold as fuck but we know everyday it happen
Some people never knew until the First 48 came through
The television but my niggas really living in it fool
[Hook: x2]
You didn't see it coming, no type of instincts for running
I wish you would have came with me to London
You didn't see it coming, no type of instincts for running
I wish you would have came to London
 
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"Trophy Case"

"Trophy Case"


Put the cheat code in, I brung my homie back to the game
I done that eyesight for the blame
Name on the side of the plane Jets Fool dot dot dot
Which ensues the reign will be continued
Flight Club from the display case we cop gym shoes
Living as any other grown kid would do
Remembering being 10, looking at OGs roll down the street wishing I was them
I superceded it, previous genius they see Spitta they tip they brims
My role perfected, my money invested, my interest collected
My collection of Chevrolets doubled
502 big block, anabolic steroid
That's motor car muscle, its running word to mother
Running like the little man on my Play Cloths duffle
King of the jungle, bear with us you niggas is Snuggle
 
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"Uber Driver"
(feat. Curren$y)

"Uber Driver"
(feat. Curren$y)



[Verse 1 - Wiz Khalifa:]
What's the time zone?
I could count this money with my eyes closed
No he didn't, baby I know
Cop another ride off of my iPhone
High off marijuana but I ride low
Crocodile seats, ho don't pocket dial me
Riding down the street, I hit the switch if I'm too drunk
Call an uber for the night, your broad with me
KK in the jar, jugging all through the city
Let your bitch put this bape hoodie on when they get chilly
Then take it off
All this money I make and I'm going stronger
And you fake and I roll a joint and I bake it
Ain't shit a nigga got to say I went to rich from living basic
Work for everything you can't take it
All we know is big money, our bitches rolling our planes with
Apple TV and Netflix hooked up playing our favorites, same shit
[Chorus:]
I'm tryna find a way that I can spend all of this paper
I'm riding round I'm chiefing loud I'm tryna keep my pockets on swole
I do just what I want don't see myself answering to no one
Ain't bout the money, then I'm not involved
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Bong rips, double SSs
Oh yes it's the OG, bitch you guessed it, no question
Smith and Wesson flip, lyrical weapons finnesin'
That's how we bring them checks in
Balcony sexing, then it's on to the next one
Her best friend, rolling more blessings
Got doobies in my Louie for protection
But you still smell them
I'm too gone off this Veuve to maneuver, I might have to call a uber
Get me through the, traffic, a lighter and a cool ass driver
So we got action, I'm not about to pass it
I got barriers, pick one out this batch and you can have it
I run off, fuck this meeting for an hour or so
Talking million dollars you know
[Chorus:]
I'm tryna find a way that I can spend all of this paper
I'm riding round I'm chiefing loud I'm tryna keep my pockets on swole
I do just what I want don't see myself answering to no one
Ain't bout the money, then I'm not involved
 
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"Up Here"
(feat. Young Roddy)

"Up Here"
(feat. Young Roddy)



[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Niggas know, the lyrical molesting has taken place
Second guess it's spit vicious ain't safe
Concetrated on the album fell back from the tapes
Soon as this is done it's back to square 1
It's the return of the real life live nigga no tint
Ride fly, Don't hide
Record label meetings I'm high in 'em
Got a nigga stressed
They don't want to cut the check
'Less they they feel they'll get a major?
Try to put me in a house nigga suit
So they could present me to the press
But I built my own house and you're an unwelcome guest
My heart, my mind is where I hit my wealth first
My pocket and my bank account came next
C6 'vettes, G-5 jets, 20K bets, while you niggas still in debt
Wondering what I'm doing why haven't I dropped yet
I'm on your bitches mind and a haters neck

[Hook - Curren$y:]
I can't see you niggas from up here
And I can't hear you niggas from up here
So I ain't too concerned you're doing down there
Cause it's that sucka shit and I'll not allow it around here

[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
When the wheels touch down
You know the jets are in town
Smoking from the personal pound
I leave ground still high after the plane land
Your bitch with me, you left us 17 voice mails
Nigga daaamn
You're myspaceing and facebooking, looking for your girl
To no avail, she's been tooken
Spitta and that jet music what she get used to
Can't beat us, can't join us neither
We don't need ya, got the eye's on the prize my nigga
We don't see ya, niggas starving for attention
So they throwin' bait to the sky fly fishin'
I ain't trippin cause them separatists ain't even in a nigga division
This is real rap, them niggas is real whack
I'm standing in the customer service return line
With my microphone, trying to bring hip hop back

[Hook - Curren$y:]
I can't see you niggas from up here
And I can't hear you niggas from up here
So I ain't too concerned what you're doing down there
Cause it's that sucka shit and I'll not allow it around here

[Verse 3 - Young Roddy:]
Since the clock don't stop I'm getting money in the rush
All the shit that I heard, I kept it on the hush
And I'm fly as fuck, I don't need no kush
Just smelling like purple haze mixed with the million bucks
And mamma told me: hold it down, she doesn't ask for much
So I'm on my gefferson shit, I'm movin up
And my Texas homie told me that in a year they'll screw me up
And never will I ever touch girl without guts
Real niggas call it skills and fake niggas call it luck
So most niggas pay vaginas, so most niggas get fucked
And I still run the city like a RTA bus
But I'm still hard to find like a diamond in the rough
Yeah a trendsetter so they copy how I do mine
And nigga switch to this hustle when I got a new grind
We keep jars of kush, no grey poupon
And circle locked and safe, nah, we don't need no new guys

[Hook - Curren$y]
 
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"Ventilation"

"Ventilation"


(Jet life)

White carpet in my star face house
No one to gon dis on my scar faced spouse
My IV the twisted reefer and delivering that dough
To the front door like a piece of carrying her own
Always financially she don't need me
She is just in love with a real nigger continuously weedin
At my under closed location my grow space is reading up on vintage V12 engines
and the greatest strains this season
and I grind for that very reason
the toxic air that I'm breathin a leave an average man weakened
watermarks still on the houses as I drive by
crack the soundproofs let a cloud out it
trill shit
Next time I vacate I'm bringing all my cars on a plane with me
Lor' see the same we gonna make it an' show our folks how to make them millions
Grapplin' hooks scaleing the building rap with no hooks I'm high hows you feelin'
Captin hook wild'n in the ceiling though no stealin that shit heard I know the feeling
these niggas a borrowin yo style like you wasn't about to go do nuttin with it
That's why I only kick it with real niggas like Dom Kennedy
and people I ain't got to name cuz they was probly here gettin high wit me
If you don't know where to put it at than I'll ride wit it
There I try to lose you in the system for some weed in my city
In the heart ain't no love or no pity
Looking for charity that dog don't hunt don't come in the woods with it

(Jet life)
 
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"Vibrations"
(feat. Action Bronson)

"Vibrations"
(feat. Action Bronson)



Good vibrations
Vibrations
Vibrations
[Hook:]
Got your block on fire
Remaining a G
Until the moment you expire
You know what it is
To make nothing out of something
You handle your biz
You don't be crying or suffering
You a paper chaser
You got your block on fire
Remaining a G
Until the moment you expire
You know what it is
To make nothing out of something
You handle your business
You don't be crying or suffering
Now check it out
I ain't no coward on the reala
Ya understand?
I'm a rapper I'm still a real nigga
Ya understand?
Fuck all that rah-rah shit when I'm chilling
Ya understand?
Take that shit outside of my building
Ya understand?
Now I been in the game for a minute
Ya understand?
Couple Rolexes, couple Bentleys
Will make 'em understand
Cocaine that I shake outta my right hand
Ink turn into big bank
Ya understand?
Smoke big, bigger plans
Ya understand?
Real game I'm not playing
Ya understand
Light a jernt up now if you understand
Made my point
They feel what I was saying
Stuck it like a mother fucking shovel in the sand
Dig it like a booger sugar
Bitch you know you bad
Ya understand?
Yeah
[Hook:]
Got your block on fire
Remaining a G
Until the moment you expire
You know what it is
To make nothing out of something
You handle your business
You don't be crying or suffering
You a paper chaser
You got your block on fire
Remaining a G
Until the moment you expire
You know what it is
To make nothing out of something
You handle your business
You don't be crying or suffering
[Sample:]
You mean there's gonna be two other guys in on the deal?
And we don't know who they are?
That's right
I haven't worked with them before
But that was work, I liked it
Everything's here
The soft spot's an old steam [?]
Manhole's on the corner
We drop into the manhole at 11:45
[?] will cover you
[?]
It will take about six minutes to get into [?]
Watch out for [?]
Make your way up the back steps [?]
Give or take a few thousand I figure the loot on this deal at two million
 
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"Vintage Vineyard"

"Vintage Vineyard"


[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Uh
Open fire places
Me and my lady back home from a wine tasting
The scene was crazy, millionaires of all shades and trades exchanging jokes
Helicopters chopping as we smoke
Plotting on a way to get this cash cow roped up and tied down
Snipers outside my compound
Inside we pow wow been doing this for some time now
Andretti most slept on like yo big homies couch
I'm from New Orleans you'll get crept on and X'd out
And we like damn we was just talking to homie
Stretched EMS threw them covers on him
But them children already seen it
3 in the morning woke his whole family up with that screaming
Visions of hits, niggas dying living in shit
I'm just writing 'bout it, lighting my exotic
Call it like 8 ball corner pocket, drop it
[Interlude:]
[Don Corleone:] My wife is crying upstairs. I hear cars coming to the house
[Tom Hagen:] I was just about to come up and wake you so that I could tell you
[Don Corleone:] But you needed a drink first. And now you've had your drink
[Tom Hagen:] They shot Sonny on the causeway. He's dead
[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]
Uh
Real niggas have died over a bitches lives
I know my brother would ride if ever, but never
The corporation grow forever even when I'm gone
Play my shit and light yo bong
Life goes on
We family I'm there for you, right or wrong?
They gon' have to get us all the same way dog
Till then, sunroof top, the doja in the wind
Momma it don't stop you know you tryna get in
Dipping up the block with a G like him
These is rare events...
To live another way doesn't make sense
[Outro - The Godfather:]
[Don Corleone:] I want no inquiries made. I want no acts of vengeance.
I want you to arrange a meeting, with the heads of the Five Families..
 
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"Walkie Talkies"
(feat. Curren$y & Young Roddy)

"Walkie Talkies"
(feat. Curren$y & Young Roddy)



[Verse 1 - Curren$y:]
Uh, colder than the airport
Music hustling, ducking the rap task force
Man, I'm just tryna cop my man's a Porsche
Writing these drugs until my hand get sore
Maneuvering, Cuban links, 24 karats
Who did you think was coming to dinner, it wasn't apparent?
Your nigga Spitta, smellin' like a pound of that killa
Open the window, these suckers lungs too tender
Homes I been in it, for more than a minute
Fathering styles, lot of the niggas is just my littles
I'm a stop, with one button stuntin' dissolve the top
Open air, in something rare

[Verse 2 - Young Roddy:]
Them niggas got blood stains all on the dollar bill
But they don't care, they rinse it off 'til ain't nothin' there
Had to keep my kicks clean, may not get another pair
Shit hard, where the fuck I'm coming from they play it raw
My God, I'm tired; I've been running from the law
Even runnin' up the cars, they want me dead behind bars, no sir
Momma got another gig, moved on her own turf
Only fist fights around that time, nobody got murked
Until they started playin' with bangers
Nobody got caught until they started pointing fingers
Sinking, ain't that a bitch
I stay fatigued down on some battle shit
I never tell, I ain't on no Donnie Brasco shit
I'm on Sosa, this life made me a soldier
I'm no Tony, I never turn on my homie, boy
This ain't no country for the wack and the phony boy
This shit could get wicked in this New Jet City nigga
 
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