Young Curry

G-G-G-Good work, Charlie
I used to put aluminum on my teeth… (Woo)
Now I got white gold grills and shit, you know
A nigga had to chill and shit, you know
A nigga got a whole lot of bills and shit
I’m on a private jet, watchin' Rush Hour
Having champagne and Gefilte fish
I show niggas I’m the hottest every time and they still forget…
Tell a pair of lies and act like they don’t feel this shit (Y'all ain’t even
get that shit)
Sick… my jewelry buss down but I’m well and shit
Diddy boppin' out the dealership
I remember you from high school… now you actin' like you trill and shit
Laila Ali, boy you still a bitch (Laila Ali, boy you still a bitch)
Stepped on the set I been killing shit
Niggas ain’t got no respect for my diligence
Always the topic, bitch follow your syllabus
Control ya mouth like a fuckin' ventriloquist (Killin' shit, killin' shit)
Reminiscing what the past keep
Younger days when I had peeps
Used to think I had all Kins, but I lost friends when I had beef
It was all cool, we was mad deep
Until I ran into Jigsaw, he made me cut my right hands off, shit I saw to it
like last week
So y’all can gone head with that hateful words
But my man a boss, so we can’t hang around Martin and them, he’ll put that
Tommy straight to work (For real, for real)
I’m tryin' to build the bills, I’m deal to deal
My skills is ill, no chill, so chill, I chill on chill
I will for real, for real, for real, I will just kill…
Any nigga thinkin' he too trill to kneel
But them clown niggas know probably drill and squeal
So sit down if you don’t got a feel for mill’s
And I’m only 5'6 (Yeah, I’m short as shit)
But I been down for the dough like Shaquille O’Neal… (Woo)
Only into making figures…
Lil' prick, I ain’t playing with ya
No, we ain’t on no Hulk Hogan type time
But damn… I’m saying, nigga
You already know I got a ton of grind
I Been grinding in the city every single summer time
Call me Pootie Tang (Ptch), whip you like a son of mine
I ain’t sign up for not pity, never been a running kind
Never been a wack nigga, even in my younger time
Niggas tried to kill me, but it’s too late
And I ain’t even got a damn bald spot, but I should nigga cause I’m Too Paid!
I might just shave my head. wear a wig. and make cash, just to say I’m too
paid
I might just learn to do root canal, take a Guess why… niggas too fake
You can throw a shot at me, you can throw a record at me, but you know…
you don’t really wanna go there. You don’t really wanna go there,
you know what I mean? You don’t wanna do that, it’s a automatic loss.
My brother, you know, he says: «No matter what, people stream you.
No matter where the record business is going, what’s trendy or what’s hot.
Always stay where the streets are
We all thinkin' we can earn stripes, tryna Off-White like Virgil
Goin' in on these rap niggas and I ain’t even got a curfew (That was mad
predictable)
But I just blacked on niggas, no racial profile
Niggas get exposed every day for bein' fake niggas like Rachel Dolezal
Hate me so while… But still, I’m so proud
Niggas still up in hystericals
You pray for vocals to change your so child
But still, I’m feelin' so imperial
I bang 'bout which of the flames, altogether spillin', killin' through the
stereo
I sing awful covers, niggas' feelin' my material
For y’all new niggas comin' out, that’s dissin' me 'cause y’all want the clout
See the big difference 'tween me and you is I run everything but my mouth
I’m a fuckin' shark on a spaceship, niggas need to learn to be more like mimes
Make a couple moves and don’t say shit
Niggas gossip 'bout me, that’s gay shit
Niggas here at the house they wanna party with us, people I don’t really kid
and play with
Niggas tryna shine, so they not as kind
I don’t hear no hater, I’m just tryna grind
I don’t know if God gave me a lot of time (Man, you know)
And I ain’t ever referee a football game, but you know I just flag niggas when
they get outta line (Aw, man)
Now, what are you waiting for?
I don’t know, something amazing, I guess