–Intro–
No one will stop me
–Chorus: Curren$y– x2
File ’em into a line
Wearin’ [?]
Young niggas with hammers
And daily body drops
OG survive
You still alive
A lot of niggas not
Smokin’ for my dead homies
While i ride around
–Verse 1: Big Boi–
Mannie Fresh on the beat
He put that Bible on it
He blessed a nigga to be [?]
Now watch me gobble homie
I put the bottle down
Hit the throttle
Got ’em now
Sodom and Gomorrah with deplorables
All around my style
I’m like the bandage on mummy
I got that wrap-around
Circles on you Urkel-ass niggas
Who tryin’ to snatch the sound
Asinine like my public company
Tryin’ to cash me out
Catch me outside
And we can see what all that yappin’s ’bout
Gladiators with radiators
That run hot
Imapalas with ‘draulics
Parked at the gun spot
My Uncle told me don’t pull it
Unless you pop pop
Moptop-head-ass niggas
You get your knot rocked
I’m from Atlanta
By way of Savannah, Georgia
Got Louisiana [?]
Whose manners are out of order
Be easy when you see me
Salute me and keep it baller
My only tigers comes with stripes
I pipe it up for every [?]
–Chorus: Curren$y– x2
File ’em into a line
Wearin’ [?]
Young niggas with hammers
And daily body drops
OG survive
You still alive
A lot of niggas not
Smokin’ for my dead homies
While i ride around
–Verse 2: Curren$y–
Got this money [?]
[?]
Had it for some years
Now the [?]
But windows up
I got my main thing rollin’
I trust her
I know she gon’ do it just how I showed her
I’m only high when
I’m really in the X smoking
[?] homie
I’m back to square one
Double-0 son
Convertibles will make a bitch want to fuck some
And I done turned corners
In a couple of ’em
Fuck on ’em
Stunt on ’em
Then I’m ducking ’em
Back in the studio hustlin’
Bitch we cook drugs in here
You was livin’ under false impressions
You not really a G dawg
You got false credit
–Chorus: Curren$y– x2
File ’em into a line
Wearin’ [?]
Young niggas with hammers
And daily body drops
OG survive
You still alive
A lot of niggas not
Smokin’ for my dead homies
While i ride around
–Verse 3: Killer Mike–
Say we can do what millionaires
Can can can
The green dick is
[?] garbage can gram man
And what we smokin’
Came form Oakland
Via San Fran
Pound of pressure purchased
No flexin’ no grandstand
Country boy proud man
Smokin’ loud man
Goin’ [?] in the fire
Burn pipes loud man
You hear a skrrt
Then you hear a blunt
Hit the ground man
Them niggas fuckin’
Out of a [?]
Them niggas bustin’
Over bitches
Dirty bitches
Flirty Bitches
What’s this I witness
These niggas [?]
They want [?]
Don’t even holla
They baby mama
[?]
[?]
That shit ain’t playa
Stop lookin’ lame
–Chorus: Curren$y– x2
File ’em into a line
Wearin’ [?]
Young niggas with hammers
And daily body drops
OG survive
You still alive
A lot of niggas not
Smokin’ for my dead homies
While i ride around
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