Curren$y – Flight Briefing Lyrics


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[Intro: Flight Attendant Talks]

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, With these lazy eyes I seen
More than you can see in seven lifetimes

Get you on track got the fresh scoop from inside
Get you insight on the situation cause I done it twice
Done a dotted line tightrope walk
Where the suits want results they don't talk
Dozens of songs locked away and rotten in a vault
NO one to blame it was solely my fault

No salt thrown, just boss game long
Right now I'm not trippin pimpin you can pay me for it when you get it
I'm tryna get a bigger home, put my niggas on
THey puttin they niggas on we getting really strong

Met Rex jets, best shape ever
Winner circle, you squares need to get it together
Or stop hanging with each other go somewhere and get it separate

Your bitch want that vitamin D she looking desperate
Bullshit convo five minutes invested
She buck-naked lying to you via text message

In a snap like celery or fresh lettuce
Getting head and trying to get ahead of us
You know what way is up

[Flight Attendant Talks]

[Young Roddy]
As the world still turning
My joint still burning

I hold my head high and I got that from uncle Vernon
So, if you want respect, you gotta earn it

It's crazy, most people never learn it

So, before they hear my sermon
Here's my confession, I get dressed with my burner

I know that ain't right
But I know when shit's weak
Try livin' on my tray first streets

So, before I fall asleep
With a certified freak
Who just tryna get her hands on some courtside seats

I'm cool
Nice try, but you can't get that from me

Nice guy, hard body man it way too weak
Gucci broads even said I keep it way too G
I never try to be something I'm not

I do me
I find it better on my own two feet
Roddy keep it unique and low key

Jets Fool

[Flight Attendant Talks]

[Trademark da Skydiver]
Fresh Polo bucket
All them niggas know I'm acting' out
Smoke so much kush in the whip I started blacking out

I'm hoppin out in one of the freshest without a doubt
Bitches love when I come around, they know what I'm about
Take em to the house
Fuck em good, smoke em out

Burn a whole ounce with a mama back to my paper route
I'm tryna put a couple a dollars in my money pouch

Bag to bag transactions then I'm over and out
Dumb it down?
Never that, you should know me buy now

I'm floating on a kush cloud and I never come down
Jet set, international we world renowned
All for takin niggas bitches when we come in town
Lames cryin over hoes, thats tears of a clown
I'm smokin on some purple and green, you steaming brown
Leaves with them sticks and seeds, they should see me now
Its M-O-B, I rest in peace on a money pile

[Flight Attendant Talks]

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