First Light

Yeah La Musica de Harry Fraud Yeah [Curren$y] Exiting the striker boat Clean as fuck, eatin' millions and shittin' soap Its in the ceilings, its in the walls, its in the floor That's old news, the real drugs is in the flow Gold shoes, Dayton spokes on the 94 Fleet wood, my weed and fucking my bottom bitch, help me sleep good G's spent on that motor work, monsters under these hoods Clique too thick for you to see through it, you know how we do it Way different from them, momma who let them in Undesirables non-viablel, this is what them bosses flick them lighters to [Bridge: Curren$y and Smoke DZA] Yeah, Yeah This is Harlem and New Orleans This is old schools and drop foreigns Right This that first smoke of the morning This that shit you always wanted Right I hope you suckas are ready for it You know your bitches waiting on it This is Harlem in New Orleans This is old schools and drop foreigns [Smoke DZA] Riiiiiight, fuck the fame, give me the money and bud Nigga could walk trough Harlem and its nothin' but love A1 under these rap gods that's fuckin' with us They don't even look cool, most of these niggas is sus You rockin' with the innovators, imitated, never duplicated If you don't fill that then , chances is you a hater I can smell a motherfucka that's jealous, look at you All in your feelings, you can't help it Nigga look at the ground where real niggas round I can see through the fake love and fake pounds I ain't trippin I don't kick it wit em No verses they can copy, as long as they got the ticket for it DZA [Bridge]