L.V. - The Anti-Club lyrics

[Verse 1 - Curren$y] Sober flow, I ain't smokin five days But I'mma burn this beat and leave it in a ashtray Yo Joey, give me a light, so I can see where I'm goin These n***as actin like hoes and these hoes is actin like n***as I'm like "Whyyy?" Figured I could go without an answer Like Philadelphia 76ers without Ive Spitta spittin, he from the city of k**ers But don't got a mean bone in his body p**y-a** n***as keep on tryin to bring it out me So I'mma have to call my guys in That's a bigger network than Verizon, all of em kamikaze Homie you don't believe me, you can try me Crash and burn, long as they take you with them Now it's a completed mission And I could give a f** about who on their television if it ain't my team Give a f** how much you spendin if it ain't my green Give a f** about you b**hin, you treated like a queen Y'all n***as is obscene Night life, New Orleans is my scene Even if I'm not seen, motherf**a Spitta, I write a rhyme And that may not be, what you call gangsta, but it's my life You n***as is livin lives, Santa Claus will put a lump of coal in your stocking Hearin that sh** that you droppin, but it was not that nice Both hands is broken, you can't write, better hire a ghost Spitta got money to burn, turn bread to toast Chemical flow, I turn crack back to coke Melly, yo, give me a light Who's givin them n***as fashion advice? These n***as dressin like b**hes, these b**hes dressin like n***as Don't know the homie a homie or he a dyke Look twice, shorty might be a guy, hail day for real But the same intensity that a dog chasin a mailman That's how I'm a chase this mill Don't like paper so I won't take that deal Spitta n***a, I write a rhyme [Verse 2 - Trademark the Skydiver] The plane is in motion Fly FS-1 is approachin Movin in the speed of Jet proportion Top Gun's la costra nostra, we so focused, n***a Testarossas, new roadsters House on the beach, wake up see the ocean Kush keep me chokin, Trade for the roaches (?) with a cars, sultan of the fortress Sky dive, I glide over the surface Fly by in the sky, quicker than Silver Surfer Only land when lambs is being purchased A Cayenne man, you tell from the Porsches Swang is so ferocious, you can hear it in verses Whip game torture, pimp game awesome I ain't jumped from the porch, I kick-flipped of it Ollied over coffins, manual through corpses Tried to get abortion, turn rashes in the fortunes Chalked up losses, sway from the vultures Hooked up with bosses, that specialize at sources Hit the mall up, don't give a f** what it's costin I'm good in any hood (?) I'm in the east, blowin trees, gettin the stress above me