[Verse 1: Curren$y] Exit in the striker boat Clean as fuck, eatin' millions and shittin' soap Its in the ceilings, its in the walls, its in the floor That's old news, the real drugs is in the floor Gold shoes, David Spokes on a 94 Fleet wood, my weed and fucking my bottom bitch, how we sleep good G's spent on that motor work, monsters under these hoods Clique to thick for you to see through it, you know how we do it Way different from them, momma who let em in? Undesirables non-vibal, this is what them bosses flick them lighters to
[Hook: Curren$y] Yeah, Yeah This is Harlem in New Orleans This is old school and dropped foreigns (right) This that first smoke of the month This that shit you always wanted (right) I hope you suckas are ready for it You know your bitches waiting on it This is Harlem in New Orleans This is old school and drop foreign
[Smoke DZA] Riiiiiight, fuck the fame, give me the money and bud Nigga could walk through Harlem and its nothin' but love A1 under these rap Gods that's fuckin' with us They don't even look cool, most of these niggas are suss You rockin' with the innovators, imitated, never duplicated If you don't fill actin', chances is you a hater I can smell a motherfucka that's jealous, look at you All in your feelings, you can't help it Nigga look at the ground where real niggas round I can see through the fake love and fake pounds I ain't trippin' I don't kick it wit em Verses they can copy, as long as they got the ticket for it DZA
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