The Beach - Curren$y, Jim Jones

The margin is wide

(Yeah yeah)

Y’all better call TY tell him come grab that

(Of the rich and wealthy)

Before I forget what I was doing with that

(Paper)

Still stoned, still on

Said I don’t fuck with suckers back then

And I still don’t

Still stoned, still on

You more concerned with them hoes than yourself

That’s detrimental to your mental health

The margin is wide between hood rich and wealth

Separate it bro, step up your paper

I heard you stressed out, you been missing payments

They talking about you bad on them gossip pages

Same ones who celebrated

See you out later

Sell you down the road for coins that was only silver and gold plated

That shit wasn’t real

But the consequences really is

Something you could feel

Shit producing tears, wasted years

Wasted game in the ears of a lame

Start applying, instead of crying and whining

About who else shining and how you ain’t got it

I don’t come to pity parties

I’m out here getting it shorty

They open that shit up for me

Said I was sorry for the Wraith but not for my Ferrari

Sliding through the lobby all my chains on me

My ex bitch saw me, started talking

My current lady walked up on me

Introduced them to each other, neither one was salty

Matter of a fact they was sweet on each other

Then we layed up in a crib on a beach for the summer

(Layed up on a beach for the summer)

Yeah yeah yeah nigga

Still stoned, still on

Said I don’t fuck with fake bitches then and I still don’t

(Capo)

Going back and forth with these bars like a predicate

All this water on I can’t tell you how wet she drip

They gonna dry your mother’s eye if they come through wetting shit

I tell you the whole story but you niggas know the rest of it

The back of the back it got seats like a craftmatic

Running through these dirty streets where they blast 'matics

He got hit up in his car, he trying to breathe like an asthmatic

I was always ready for the beef when it had static

That give me room, the cars big like a yacht bitch

I don’t smoke cigs but there’s a SIG in the drop

And watch for your safety because this trigger don’t lock

The first nigga that move, that’s the first nigga getting shot

They open that shit up for me

Said I was sorry for the Wraith but not for my Ferrari

Sliding through the lobby all my chains on me

My ex bitch saw me, started talking

My current lady walked up on me

Introduced them to each other, neither one was salty

Matter of a fact they was sweet on each other

Then we layed up in a crib on a beach for the summer

(Layed up on a beach for the summer)

Yeah yeah yeah nigga

Still stoned, still on

Said I don’t fuck with fake bitches then and I still don’t

Do I know you

(I don’t think so)

No

Why you smiling

(Why are you smiling)

I don’t know

(I know who you are, you Americano)

I wish to the world would like to see you immediately

I wish to see you