Scottie Pippens - Curren$y/The Alchemist.mp3

[00:00.105][Intro: Curren$y]
[00:09.760]Yeah
[00:10.898]Yeah
[00:29.776]Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
[00:32.257]Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
[00:32.442]Go get your lighters
[00:32.631][Verse 1: Curren$y]
[00:32.980]Showin' no signs of letting up
[00:33.958]Still kick you in the head like I think you on the verge of gettin' up
[00:38.787]No mercy, Cobra Kai, Cobra Commander
[00:41.443]Deadly venom-spitting, niggas just a salamander
[00:44.591]I'm living a life worthy of capturing on camera, documented
[00:48.445]How one of the last live ones did it
[00:50.687]How I rolled up in the drop, how I rolled up that sticky
[00:53.347]How I rolled with them women, elegant player, no simpin'
[00:57.026]How I ****ed 'em to sleep
[00:58.386]How I rolled up out the building when I was finished, keep it G
[01:01.663]Them niggas not original, they muh'****in' House of Mirrors
[01:04.852]Not quite the image
[01:06.373]I'm on that Popeye spinach, Mama mai-tai sippin'
[01:09.153]She loves a square nigga, but now she trying something different
[01:11.891]Windy City Bulls, Mitchell & Ness wool jackets, some sweats and Scottie Pippens
[01:16.291]My description, high off that fuzzy, green prescription
[01:19.191]Lyin' if I sayin' that I isn't; if you lookin' for that nigga, I is him
[01:21.754]All eyes in this direction, a burden and a blessing
[01:26.987][Interlude: Curren$y & Freddie Gibbs]
[01:27.724]Yeah, yeah
[01:28.594]Ugh
[01:31.784]For sure
[01:33.441]Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
[01:35.149]Jet Life, Jet Life, Jet Life
[01:36.980][Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
[01:37.238]Ugh, reporting live from the Devil's palace (Yeah)
[01:39.534]Breakfast, had two titties, two blunts and a turkey-bacon sandwich (Yuh)
[01:42.112]Two seasoned eggs and grape jelly, my hoes stay ready (Ugh)
[01:44.475]Pop that pussy then pulled off in my Pontiac on Pirellis
[01:47.833]'82 edition, spotless Bonnie squattin' on sixes (Ugh)
[01:50.051]Rather be countin' stacks than stuck in the county, washin' the dishes (Nah)
[01:52.912]Or washing drawers in the pen; got two zones of soft and some Hen'
[01:55.763]I had go pay the correct correctional officer to walk 'em in
[01:58.530]Bail money on deck, come at my neck (Yeah)
[02:01.604]Bless that boy 'cause that same place him test is where he slept
[02:04.135]I issue eternal rest, sign up and be a subscriber (Yeah)
[02:07.163]The price of life got so high that I must make sure I stay higher
[02:09.939]Stay with the purp out of pee-zo, stay smackin' these geekers' needles
[02:12.674]Stay runnin' the rock just like I play quarterback for the Eagles
[02:15.568]Randall, Donovan, or Michael, 'fore I picked up this mic
[02:18.282]I was hittin' licks with some Lords and did dirt with plenty Disciples
[02:21.285]I'm gangbang affiliated (Ugh), federal-investigated, self-educated
[02:25.137]All my co-conspirators catchin' cases (Yeah)
[02:26.686]I dropped straight out of college, and I majored in home invasion
[02:30.115]Believe, I got the balls to clear up all of my altercations
[02:32.646]Leave faces with alterations, the closed-casket console (Yeah)
[02:35.745]Tryna make a million dollars, **** a million downloads
[02:38.527]But if that equal the same, then slice that up and give me my change
[02:41.211]I made a lane up in this game so niggas gotta remember the name:
[02:44.299]Gangsta Gibbs, ho! Two bitches cooking in the crib, ho (Yeah)
[02:47.075]Still push a bucket, but I ride it like a Benz, ho (Yeah)
[02:49.918]Tryna find a bridge ho, to slangin' raps, from slangin' weight (Ugh)
[02:52.763]Said that Fred the new-age Brad, bitch, call me Baby Face Killa
[02:56.367][Outro: Freddie Gibbs]
[02:56.903]Ugh, ugh