T.Y.

[Intro] [Verse 1: Curren$y] Chandeliers and the ceiling still She get the chills Remembering when shit was so real, she could feel me Handling the steering wheels Lane to lane, until we made it to the plane No diamonds in my ear, plenty in my watch The neighborhood superstar The neighborhood watch love to watch I'm in the drop, easy to spot, hard to get Not a target for too much of a boss for all that kid shit I'm in the 6 with an AMG kit Pay me quick, or the killers record hits I'm in the mix motherfucker this is instant grits Butter lather Rapping these studiobricks, nobody does it better [Hook] (x2) We the realest shit you heard about Keep it pumping even when it's a drought If you bucking then we pulling it out Hit the block and newest thing out JLR bitch we running the south [Verse 2: Curren$y] And if they leave me the weight, I'ma take it A whole zip of that kill, I fuck around and face it We only speaking what's real, this is more than a basic I been had it on my mind before I even made it Top dog, the shots called, nigga we make ‘em Bitches want love and they pussy is persuasive I be in the cut blazing like im from Jamaica These lames ain't us they just duplicate our flavor I'm so far gone but I'll be back with some paper Weighing on this fucking vape like I was the creator Left the little league and hopped straight in the majors Spike the sprite just to add a little more flavor We make this here for all the original players Real gon be real, and the haters gon be haters And when you notice that your hustle gon be so amazing This took time, I had got better with patience And this jet life, you gotta love it or hate it (nigga) [Hook] (x4) We the realest shit you heard about Keep it pumping even when it's a drought If you bucking then we pulling it out Hit the block and newest thing out JLR bitch we runnin the south [Outro]