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Blood, Sweat & Gears
Curren$y & The Alchemist
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Take this opportunity to roll up
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Locate your lights
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Lace David Robinsons, Wally moccasins
Matte black paint polished rims
The fuck you said, I ain't hear it clear
Too much money talking in my ear
The end result of two albums in one year
Blood, sweat and gears, life in between the racing stripes
We break day every night, alternative lifestyle
I ain't looking for a pussy boy
This trill jet shit, just enjoy
That's your wifey but she still a jet miss
Give her directions to the telly and a checklist
Arriving shortly with the items I requested
Reinforce the frame with that jive nigga repellent
My new plane, maintain the smoke
Let you take a couple grams home if you my folk
Eyeball you a little something, I ain't the weed man though
But if you give me fifteen minutes, I call my folks, he be at the door
Connecting four marine batteries on one side of the trunk
To go with them other four batteries that's powering the pumps
It's the juice in them cylinders that make the Chevy jump
You already know, ain't gotta tell you 'bout it, partner
Your bitch stay talking and you steady eavesdropping
Rolling trees seem to do something for you
No matter what you be going through
Execution flow, ten thousand grams of potassium
Streets I roam, mama praying like the Vatican
My life feels like trading water in the ocean, who's panicking
I'm dope, sudden move is drug trafficking
Tell 'em get the dough, I'm getting fat again
What I do to hear my loved ones laugh again
Say love, gon' give me your math again
Gotta move it, later on you'll be acting then
Life is like free throws, some things
You gon' miss, some things you make
Don't rush, don't wait, I call pape time travel machine
It can get you there faster but it can't wake a permanent sleep
I never compromise my fresh
Smoke kush, not sess, why cry, I'm blessed
I'll lend you the bail out
The ones I call my tank dogs in the jail house
Jet smoking in the club on tour
Born in New Orleans, all new friends, bonjour
I'm je m'appelle International Jones
Louis scarf, diamond wear, smoking one with the homies
Walls full of vinyl, all bars are final
Life of Richard Rich, first name not Lionel
International Jones
Curren$y the spitter
Alchemist my nigga
Life goes thicker
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