Curren$y (Currensy)

Curren$y (Currensy) - Soundtrack To Success lyrics

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(feat. Trademark Da Skydiver)





[Trademark the Skydiver:]

Been on some other shit

Fly clothes, expensive kicks

They say my swag immaculate

And I agree that's accurate

Fuckin hoes and stackin chips

Ice on my neck and wrists

Blowin down a pound of piff

Ridin round in foreign whips

Flyin saucer Porsche

Yea I call that bitch the aero ship

Hatas hatin on my click

And on the slick we loving it

This rap shit we runnin it

Niggas ain't fuckin with the planes

What you think we in the game for the fun of it?

Ehh

Nah, this the takeover 

Burnin down your empire that's game over

Not J-I-double G-A Hova

But Skydiver the jet fighter

I'm so focused

28 bar inferno I'm flamethrowin

Nigga been potent way before the game noticed

And these rap niggas is bogus

Talkin reckless over tracks

But I fire back with pure perfection

Steps above clever

How I use my letters

But em together and send em out

Just like I'm textin a message

Diamond in the rough

Princess cuts on my neckless

I'm eatin Franklin for lunch

Purp blunts for breakfast

Your lil tips is brunch crumbs

I'm not impressed with

Hold On

Won't you give me a second to digest this

Then I shit on these niggas $pitta tell em!

 

[Curren$y:]

Y'all ain't got shit on my nigga



[Trademark the Skydiver:]

You should quit while you ahead with the bread

Just a suggestion

We scrape your whole plate

Then double back for seconds

If we getting cake is no longer a question

We still count loot up from last years investments

Ask your hoe 

She know I'm one of the freshest out

I spit it out

Like my chest was congested

Let that bitch breathe!



[Curren$y:]

Nah Sky Diver let the bitch leave

Ol' raggedy broad I ain't never need

Bitches is on speed

Fuckin like rabbits

They hungry

Followin my carrots

Housed in my ring

Lookin like 46 upside down Cristal bottles sittin in a basket

UFC these beats

Any track can get its ass whipped

I am on my cheddar

All about checks like solecollector.com

Some of y'all ain't on that

Yall behind

Sucka niggas get on whacks in startin line

Fairy tale once upon a time ass niggas

Goin out they minds tryna out rhyme Spitta

Let that bitch breathe

No

Sky Diver knocked them out

I came through with the elbow drop from the top rope
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