[Produced by Thelonious Martin]
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Life a movie, who directing yo sh**?
That's low budget, mine's a Tarantino flick
Blockbuster, I do my own stunts in this b**h
Shout out to Stunna, New Orleans n***as up in this sh**
No fronting, all my n***as really with it
Fool frontline hustling, rapping got me on the tube
My homies been on TV for that other sh**
News at six, n***a, grizzly discovery
Body seen floating at the dietine recovery
They can't release his name 'til they notify the family
While the k**er getting dressed for the club like ain't nothing happened
[Hook x3: Curren$y]
I grew up in this sh**, stuck with this sh**
You too p**y to f** with this sh**
But I'm in love with this sh**
[Verse 2: Young Roddy]
Aye, f** a b**h, I'd rather keep a burner by my side
I'm from the south side, that's just how we ride
My man got shot, that sh** slowed him down
My n***a even turned m**m, now he pray to Allah
My n***a don't eat no pork but still smoke that pot
So every time he see me he like, light that fire
And meanwhile I'm tryna get us off this hot a** block
We just two peas in a pod trying to get a peace of mind
Bang, bang, that's the sh** I heard like all of the time
I'm talking every day, have fiends falling in line
Today could be my last day but that's all part of the grind
But that ain't part of my plan, I plan to stay on my job
I had to get it since I wasn't born with it
I see the big pic, I'm thinking long-term n***a
But they had d** in that b**h, I grew up on that sh**
Guess I'm made for that sh**, I got paid off that sh**
[Hook x3: Curren$y]
[Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs]
Uh, yeah, yeah
I drive every car that you dream about
Hit every b**h that you wishing for, leave her leaking out
Fresh out of that place like they scared to see what they read about
It ain't no sleep on Virginia Street when them geekers outside
Sidewalk serving the walking dead
Gotta meet me up the block cause my momma stay on my head
Telling me to go get a job but I'm chopping the rock instead
If I make it up to the top, will I pop and jump off the ledge?
Confessions of Gangsta Gibbs, n***a, thug life
I'd trade this sh** for wife and kids, n***a
Real n***a, f** surviving, I wanna live, n***a
Act a fool, I make him go night-night
And catch a flight to Chi, blow some dope with my n***a Mike Mike
b**h, I'm stuck in this sh**, a million dollars up in this b**h
I made my name stay in them cluckers and sh**
And, yeah, the streets of Gary raised me, but the West Coast paid me
You p**y n***as get home safely
[Hook x3: Curren$y]
[Outro: The Godfather]
Michael Corleone: They want to have a meeting with me, right? Let's set the meeting. Get our informants to find out where it's going to be held. They're going to search me when I first meet them, right? So I can't have a weapon on me then. But if Clemenza can figure a way to have a weapon planted there for me, then I'll k** them both