[Verse 2: Curren$y] Roll something up, Mama we can smoke in here Sneak in here and wink, temps I never bought a pair Out of dress codes, still getting in there Girlfriend now rolling like a wheelchair MDMA and THC combining She high climbing into the truck We ridin, jack move fool Ain't no denying the cool The mirror image ain't quick enough to mimic my moves You niggas talk as shallow as a kiddie pool Can't articulate themselves in their interviews Rappers on a respirators, breathing through a tube Reviving with the live shit, we make it good as new Tired of hearin jive shit? My nigga me too Bad bitches want the real, baby girl I feel you Only thing I can do is move pen or pencil Write and smoke my life away as I continue
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[Verse 3: Curren$y] Try to act like you ain't know The Planes got it I'm in Chi-town smoking like a train Charlotte Never match, they say I dress train spotter I just stay up collecting sky mileage I'm a high pilot You must acknowledge the fact that I'm not a novice Professional driver on a closed circuit Monster Beats got NASCAR Spitta on them tracks, perfect Grind outta my mind because it's so worth it Enable Spitta to make a big purchase 3 story crib, driveway half-circle Dodge Barracuda, nigga Concrete surfer Engine growling like a rottweiler trynna hurt ya Bags of purple Strong enough To Stephan Urquille outta Urkel Spitta hand deliver fly verses free Accidents on purpose
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Standout track off Spitta’s first official album, This Ain’t No Mixtape.
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