Personal Party - Smoke DZA, Curren$y

Flying down the west side

Joining my air

One bout to get lid up, I’m about to disappear

In thin air, feeling untouchable

Tommy bond, sincere, you think I give a fuck about a red light

Niggers can’t do us, so they dead tight

Hating on a young slick nigga, for getting there

Fly shit I mastered it, nothing like your average

Cookie patch rugby bucket low like Smith

A nigga gotta eat, powerful million in my box

Just like Monopoly, I need propriety

I ain’t trying to end up like them previous lames

Caught up, no bail money, in the game

Watch niggers life flush down the drain

The results of not playing they lane

For the money or fame

I said I’m in for the legacy, triple my change, nigga

Right, minus the ball, life is great

Super high, out of space, mind blowing got me on freeze

Plus everybody got they own trees, it’s a personal party

Ah, light up at your own pace, cause this a personal party

Ah, I’m taking this one to the it’s personal party

2 hoes for paper, write these rhymes on a steel plate

His words hold weight nigga, spit up

From el Salvador to the el rey

Jet life on the billboard never forget that day

Man, everything going just ask playing

My driver rolling up at the airport cause I’m

My girl left my hideout up

She hear that dough slam that pussy waking up

As I’m stepping up, she ripping off her clothes for

Now homie is it clear enough

I say get money, fuck bitches cause I get money

Them bitches want fuck

Is it clear homie, is it add enough

Right, minus the ball, life is great

Super high, out of space, mind blowing got me on freeze

Plus everybody got they own trees, it’s a personal party

Ah, light up at your own pace, cause this a personal party

Ah, I’m taking this one to the it’s personal party

Levitating on get well soon, kush god speed

Got these niggers sick, take a long z’s

Matter of fact, this one’s on me

For everybody that I lost this year

You know what lovers do, this one’s for you

And the I got choices

Voice of the voice list I speak for the unheard

And got to say one word I got you

Be a fake nigga, not true

Nobody keep it real like I do

Everybody’s praying its survival

Do or die, niggers don’t abide rules

It’s a cold world, ain’t nothing else to do but pray

Little nigga got shot in the mouth broad day yesterday

Life what is worth to you?

Question deep enough for me to light a personal