[Curren$y: Verse 1]
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Dirty ashtrays, empty bottles of champagne,
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Tryna find my way in this maze, which is the game
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Bitches n gold chains, pistols and diamond rings
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More than my fair seen, been on the scene since I've seen
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Niggas make green, used my common-sense to seem hella easy
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But it took a grip a time pimp, believe me
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Just wanted to make moves while my dudes was still alive to see me
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Do it like I was doin it for tv
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Me and 2 chainz blew hella trees
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Take your maserati, hard as I set em' down on chevy seats
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Love you dealin' wit a G
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Your club for audio drugs, 16 bars is a K
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1 mixtape is a whole barge, load it down with that sneeze
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We record it, we float it in, it's movin' in them streets
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The monumental movement got that music for the fiends
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Be cautious, this boss shit, be mine for when you speak
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Gotta read between them lines to find whats hidden in these beats
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[Curren$y: Hook]
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It ain't what you wear it's what you drive,
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It ain't what you drive it's where you park,
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It ain't where you park it's where you live,
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It ain't where you live it's how you die.
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It's either how you died or who you killed
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Nigga, Yeah..
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It ain't what you wear it's what you drive,
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It ain't what you drive it's where you park,
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It ain't where you park it's where you live,
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It ain't where you live it's how you died.
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It's either how you died or who you killed
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[Young Roddy: Verse 2]
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I used to be that nigga stealin' bicycles
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Young fly nigga, til' I die I stay live nigga
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So stressed out I used to blaze til' my eyes little
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Hella high pimpin' on the corner with them wild niggas
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Get rich or die tryin'I got that feelin'
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I'm so close to a million, and the Lord is my witness
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I swear to God I love her, I'm just bad with commitment
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That simply, we smoke till them sandwich bags empty
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I burn a joint with Jaz, he talked religion
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And I ain't attend church in a minute
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Lord know's I need to hear this
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But I been like a pilot, plottin' on my paper mission
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My hustle game official, I used to hoop like Penny
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Was flat broke, no pennies, had henney in my system
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Big money on my mental, her ass fat as a hippo
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Girl watchu' tryna' get into
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From a rental, to a hoop-d, to a benzo my nigga
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Oww
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[Curren$y: Hook]
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It ain't what you wear it's what you drive,
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It ain't what you drive it's where you park,
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It ain't where you park it's where you live,
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It ain't where you live it's how you die.
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It's either how you died or who you killed
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Nigga, Yeah..
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It ain't what you wear it's what you drive,
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It ain't what you drive it's where you park,
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It ain't where you park it's where you live,
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It ain't where you live it's how you died.
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It's either how you died or who you killed
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[Styles P: Verse 3]
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It's either how you died, or who you killed
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Where I'm from Niggas tryna move them pills
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Niggas push them wheels, one shot pop in the kills
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If you rappin' then I hope you get a deal
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Nigga, If its where you live, I'm in the Ritz
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In a mansion up state, I'm the shit
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If it's where you park, I don't park,
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Valet parks for me, team full of shooters on the block that'll spark for me
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It ain't what you drive I get drove
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Nigga I'm world-wide, across the globe
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It ain't what you wear if it was nigga
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I wear Nikes, Polos and Jordans my whole life
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And Ice
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If you ask me it's what you smoke
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It it ain't strong get another dose
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Ghost
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So be careful what you rep
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Salute to D-Block and the Jets
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Whattup
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[Curren$y: Hook]
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It ain't what you wear it's what you drive,
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It ain't what you drive it's where you park,
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It ain't where you park it's where you live,
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It ain't where you live it's how you die.
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It's either how you died or who you killed
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Nigga, Yeah..
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It ain't what you wear it's what you drive,
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It ain't what you drive it's where you park,
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It ain't where you park it's where you live,
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It ain't where you live it's how you died.
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It's either how you died or who you killed
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Drive
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Curren$y |