Jim Jones - The Beach lyrics

[Intro: Curren$y] The margin is wide (Yeah yeah) Y'all better call TY tell him come grab that (Of the rich and wealthy) Before I forget what I was doing with that (Paper) Still stoned, still on Said I don't fu*k with su*kers back then And I still don't Still stoned, still on [Verse 1: Curren$y] You more concerned with them hoes than yourself That's detrimental to your mental health The margin is wide between hood rich and wealth Separate it bro, step up your paper I heard you stressed out, you been missing payments They talking about you bad on them gossip pages Same ones who celebrated See you out later Sell you down the road for coins that was only silver and gold plated That sh*t wasn't real But the consequences really is Something you could feel sh*t producing tears, wasted years Wasted game in the ears of a lame Start applying, instead of crying and whining About who else shining and how you ain't got it I don't come to pity parties I'm out here getting it shorty [Chorus: Curren$y] They open that sh*t up for me Said I was sorry for the Wraith but not for my Ferrari Sliding through the lobby all my chains on me My ex b*tch saw me, started talking My current lady walked up on me Introduced them to each other, neither one was salty Matter of a fact they was sweet on each other Then we layed up in a crib on a beach for the summer (Layed up on a beach for the summer) Yeah yeah yeah ni**a Still stoned, still on Said I don't fu*k with fake b*tches then and I still don't [Verse 2: Jim Jones] (Capo) Going back and forth with these bars like a predicate All this water on I can't tell you how wet she drip They gonna dry your mother's eye if they come through wetting sh*t I tell you the whole story but you niggsa know the rest of it The back of the back it got seats like a craftmatic Running through these dirty streets where they blast 'matics He got hit up in his car, he trying to breathe like an asthmatic I was always ready for the beef when it had static That give me room, the cars big like a yacht b*tch I don't smoke cigs but there's a SIG in the drop And watch for your safety because this trigger don't lock The first ni**a that move, that's the first ni**a getting shot [Chorus: Curren$y] They open that sh*t up for me Said I was sorry for the Wraith but not for my Ferrari Sliding through the lobby all my chains on me My ex b*tch saw me, started talking My current lady walked up on me Introduced them to each other, neither one was salty Matter of a fact they was sweet on each other Then we layed up in a crib on a beach for the summer (Layed up on a beach for the summer) Yeah yeah yeah ni**a Still stoned, still on Said I don't fu*k with fake b*tches then and I still don't [Outro] Do I know you (I don't think so) No Why you smiling (Why are you smiling) I don't know (I know who you are, you Americano) I wish to the world would like to see you immediately I wish to see you