Can't Get Out

[Produced by Thelonious Martin] [Verse 1: Curren$y] I'm starting with the man in the mirror I never seen myself being a broke nigga I'm never seen in the company of no ho niggas One of the bosses that could send an order But I get out of the car, do it on my own, nigga Think when Frank White send the hit on Chinatown Larry Jumped out of that black-on-black, rat-a-tated The enemy's main bitch was the first one that he let have it My brother always strapped, I don't like guns too much But see, he love me to death so I guess that's why he bought me one Them haters be watching you son Don't trip, we be watchin' them So they'll never get the drop Top in the trunk, smelling like a skunk Looking like one too, racing stripes Looking like coke lines runnin' across my coupe Way higher than you Bitch on the phone tellin' you something that's not true Jet Life always coming up Looking like a million plus when I'm coming through [Hook: Curren$y] Yeah, yeah, life I can't get in and I can't get out I can't get out and I can't get in La, la, la, la, la, la [Verse 2: Young Roddy] Life And they never know my next move, I leave them clueless They praying that I fall off, they must be foolish But the shit I'm talking about, I really do this Truly, I'm a mad buddha abuser, my nigga And I ain't talkin' 'bout no U-Haul, but I keep it moving On my mission to the top, it's fuck them losers No more Young Roddy, Young Ro the Ruler Peep how I maneuver through this manure I'm talking two hoes in my two door But usually I ride solo And this time I'm going for the gusto In HD, I've seen niggas cut throat And if you don't know, and if you must know I drop my jewels like a klutz, though But I'm still fly like I'm nuts, though And the fast money still give me a rush, my nigga And I still got the will to go and get it In the streets, I'm a gorilla Hustle hard from dawn to dusk, my nigga