Gifts - Curren$y, Smoke DZA

Bosses is how we prone to think

Communicate with killers via core links

Some of my niggas went from the corner to the coroner

I made it out, luxury bust, tourin' love, right

Feelin' better than head on the wake up

Roll me up a bomber like it’s great stuff

Won a couple dollars of the next verse

Pacers as I’m ranged up

Already in better days than Ice Cube had

That’s word to Terrence Howard, durag

All my life I’ve been a cool cat (word)

I bought the seven and some Ewings

You lookin bad in that bullshit you in

I speak ebonics and Ben Franklin fluent

Every boss once was the best student

Been hustler since the true one

I’m a top ten nigga, L7

You a fuckin square nigga, we could never square it wit ya

DZA

Bring in the music

(Them niggas wanna get right

And they fuckin with the jet life)

It’s my gift to you

Yea bitch

They gotta weigh it on a scale they weigh the wales with

With one sniff I make a german sheppard back flip

3 small gold chains, 2 pinky rings

And one big fuckin' dream to own all this

Empire under construction

Hard hats zone, work going on

Hazardous habits has me hustling but fuck it holmes

Master this grab but as the cash stacks

Bitches is going bad for that

Put you on light socks, put you on like my watch

Put you up like a poster

Lucky motherfuckers getting ganged from the cultures and didn’t even know it

The last Don poets

Who never sold they souls and still in motion

Breaking that do' in

And you silly motherfuckers thought it’s just bout smoking

Shit

Bring in the music

(Them niggas wanna get right

And they fuckin with the jet life)

It’s my gift to you

(Them niggas wanna get right

And they fuckin with the jet life)

Bring in the music

(Them niggas wanna get right

And they fuckin with the jet life)

It’s my gift to you

We sing a song

Especially for you