Bonus Round - Curren$y

Eastside on mine, just like every time

Cardo Got Wings

I skipped on that Bent- truck, the Cullinan was sicker

I picked up a monogram duffel from my sprinter

I sent the smoke signal of the marijuana scent up

She cool with my other bitch, they call each other, «Sister»

I got a wicker chair, like that Huey Newton picture

Sittin' in it, smokin' killa in midst of a twister

Paranoia surroundin' the vaccination center

Come out feelin' worse than the day you first entered

I just play the underground, but I’m no Master Splinter

Donatello, Raphael, none of them other ninjas

I’m just in the crib tucked away, countin' big bucks

Dirty money, hand sanitizer on my fingers

3M mask on, top down, 3 A. M

Goin' fast, stand up in the motor, bust a fuckin' dance

Second grade, yeah, when I wore them Jordan’s to class

My teacher sent a note home, too much attention I attract

Students wasn’t doin' they math

Too busy lookin' at them shoes they couldn’t have

My mama bought me that

And I ain’t know that was breakin' her back

She was cold, I didn’t know that we was poor ‘til I was old

I grew up, I got on, I made myself a Don

Got everything I want, got hella jewelry on

I’m just waterin' my lawn

A big boss garden, and dawg, ain’t nothin' wrong

Carrera Porsche outside the fort

I put my all into it, so I stunt hard

I can’t afford to not record for y’all

It would feel as if they cut the life-support off on your dawg