One Life - Curren$y

Well, in these times, well at least to I

It’s a whole lot of niggas trying to sound like

That’s why I put the flow in a cocoon

Transform it into something new

Created my winter raps in June

Stored them in the vineyard, it’ll be November when you hear em

I bought these J’s in '99, you just seeing 'em now

You might see me on TV with 'em

Might see me in the streets conversating with killers

I was laid up poppin' bottles smoking loud with my bitches

Or on planes to Vegas with Street Wiz and the Villain

Feelin' like it could all happen tonight

Roll the dice, if you scared turn the lights on

Thought we was all men here

Where did all of these mice come from?

Stop tweeting babygirl, roll up, light somethin'

Monsta Beatz is in the speakers and I’m tryna write somethin'

One life we live, highed up

Everybody wishing they was us

It’s easy to see

I, too, would wanna be the man with the pounds

And the million dollar plan

Right quick, hit a quick right

In a Chevelle '72 Double-S with the stripes

I orchestrated this organization of niggas chasin' paper

Break a pound down, have a roundtable discussion

Like, 'I think the lil' homie fucking up'

Pull him to the side, get him right, I’m getting high

Tryna keep my profile low

Hoes digging after my gold, I’m on 'em though

Commando, Rambo, ammo

Rappefied aim at a lame nigga bitch like I’m sayin'

I’m finna roll, babygirl, you playin'

Fourteen inch Dana Danes with the white walls on the Cutlass

With the suede buckets

Or the Regal with the Vogues and the mayonnaise mustard tires

My Mob bitch like

'Who them new niggas?'

She don’t trust them guys

Watch 'em babygirl, you could be my extra set of eyes

It’s treacherous and it’s live