[Curren$y:] Parlayed the Caymans Flew to vegas just in time for the weigh-in Fight night, MGM, vaporizer blazing Valet for the classics, trucks with armored glasses Franchise players on a momentous occasion Announce the fact we made it, tip a c-note to the waiters Send a bottle to your table, it's a celebration Rolling presidential, inauguration stones clearer than an HD station And you hating If you'd have had one that's nice I'd have told you congratulations I stole home base while you was tying your laces Your bitch gave out the dugout Smoked out the clubhouse Welcome to the majors
[Chorus - Curren$y:] Niggas hoping I get knocked off In the studio making them drop offs Ducking them hip-hop cop cars Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar
[Curren$y:] Certified dope on three coasts Bread healthy, wheat toast Tryna see the fam wealthy, the fam help me Held me down when I needed it Held me up when I couldn't reach it Flashlight when I couldn't see shit Saying my prayers, smoking my weed Listening to Roy Ayers With more pull in my city than the mayor Smart not scared Highed up but aware and prepared If them fools from over there ever came round here But we'll cross that bridge when we get to it (Audio drug lord with this music)
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[Jadakiss:] Don't nothing move but the decimal Everyday above ground is a chest move Don't let the little things stress you If you can go without killing a nigga, you successful Low key, like I'm riding with a whole key But I'm just chasing these cookies with this OG I don't do first halfs, I need the whole fee You want Jada, Kiss, or you want the whole me? (which one) And I don't be popping bubbles If I ain't house shopping I'm at the dealer copping doubles Ain't where I wanna be, but I'm not far Answers at the bottom of my pot jar (light one)
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