Leroy - Curren$y

She had Chanel gloves

In here mobs sliding out a Benz trunk

Looking like real love

Fucking the whole head trying to get to the million

But run to the G’s when she wants real fun

She admired that I come from where I come from

And done all the amazing things I’ve done

Out of the rubble, out of hustle

Beautiful struggle

Follow homeboys above you

Come down in your dreams to warn you about them niggas and their schemes

So much shit for green

I’m in that blue Bentley on your chrome wings

Thinking 'bout so many things

More change

Hope not to get caught sleeping when they dope slang

Mind games, bitches

Designer drugs came, rearranged everything

They didn’t see that it never change, still the same

Just like your OG’s was saying

You thought they was playing

Cold juice in the booth

Don’t spill a drop don’t leave a stain

old coupe, brand new

Leave a bad taste and I eat 'em out like

The sky’s about to open up over your head

Better retire

I need vacation

Lay on a beach for about 90 years

You got 10 seconds

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Two

Three

Four, five

Six, Seven

Eight…

(choking)

(Door slamming)