Curren$y - Modern Day Hippie lyrics

[Verse 1 - Currensy:] My satelite trippin', I watch TV at your girl house My homies fell through, we had a smoke-out at your girl house Dropped ashes everywhere, burnt holes in your girl's couch Put a pillow over it I was gone before she noticed it Just a glimpse into the daily happenings Of one of them flyest to ever try his wings at this rappin' sh** In love with the rap hustle, I never turned my back on it I run after money that's why them b**hes run after me Whack rappers on a dope beat: simple battery Hot Spitta on any beat: that's a fatality Vicious how you do it? I don't know it just comes naturally Spitters Spicoli, Zig-Zag Rollin' with my Cali homies My patience for the middle man has run out Take me to the boss like the Mike Tyson code-own punch out I'm really on my grind You just lookin' for a ride Like you standin' on the side of the road with your dumb mouth [Hook x2 - Currensy:] Spitta is chillin' The Planes in the buildin' The b**hes like us cause they say we different From all them other n***as say they just not with it Smoke and make music, I'm a modern day hippie [Verse 2 - Currensy:] Still on my New Orleans sh**, asthmatic Spitta keep a bag of Dolium and some prolactin mist I'm as vicious as it get This is rap with rabies I got a fetish for Chevy's created in the 80s And you say you riding old schools too, you all mistaking That's a 190E, just a old a** Mercedes Know a lot of n***as hate me cause my pockets getting cakey These f** boys can't see the paper that The Plane see Bumping Paper Planes by M.I.A I'm partying in M.I.A My b**hes looking for me say I'm M.I.A They trying to spy on me like the CIA Call Cheaters on me, I just say "Homie" Then I cruise the other way [Hook x2]