AD6

[Intro: Curren$y] Servin', servin' Servin', servin', swervin', yeah Servin' sermons, swervin' corners, collectin' my— yeah (Just like every time) Servin' sermons, swervin' corners, collectin' my tithes (Andretti) Yeah, yeah Skrrt, skrrt, uh, scrape the sides We gon' get the whole world high, yeah, damn Got 'em sleepin' outside (Jet Life, Jet Life) Standing on line, uh [Verse 1: Curren$y] Andretti back over thе stove (Stove) Cookin' utensils is all solid gold (All gold) Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, scrapе the sides (Scrape the sides) I'ma get the whole world high (Get the world high) Bangin' that Drop Top Wop in my ride Servin' sermons, swervin' corners, collectin' my tithes (Collectin' my tithes) Father Fly, them other niggas livin', they ain't really live They jams is jive, tappin' raps in they iPhone Data storage full of lies while I glide, glaciers of ice Shootin' craps with diamond dice Nigga, we playin' for your life Shrimps want beef, so we lay it over rice (So we lay it over rice) It's worth twelve percent of my adjusted gross But it help me sleep at night (It help me sleep at night) Keep them cameras on, build them motherfuckin' fences high My hippie girl seen 'em comin' with her third eye (Comin' with her third eye) Audio dope, slangin' them whole pies Watchin' them birds hit the sky Cameras flash, you gon' know when we arrive We really them guys, all of us is high (Yeah) Read all our names in the headlines, yeah [Break: Curren$y & Jay Electronica] (Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches, nigga) (Smoking weed in it, laughing in our picture) La-da, la-da, la-da, la-da (Wouldn’t talk about it if niggas didn’t live it) (If you need to see it, then you can come and visit) [Verse 2: Jay Electronica] Jay Elec back over the stove I left home on Greyhound and came back with Hov Project niggas, we worldwide now, like Mr. Marcelo New Orleans, where we still makin' Heaven out of the ghetto It's been a long time since we seen you under the bridge, Jay Well, is the motto still, "You get it how you live," yeah? Say less, I used to wear Buster Browns out of Payless Then graduate to 8-Ball jackets, comin' out D-To I spit it for Mookie, Juv, world, Earl, and Cito The law we lay in the street, even Sleepy Joe couldn't veto No harm, no technical foul, no uninhibited free throw From Tchoupitoulas to Napoleon, Desire, North Miro Me and Spitta spit a flame of magic that's uncontested Jet Life, Roc Nation, can see the planes, it's so majestic What's poppin' NOLA like Britney I be at Poor Boys on St. Bernard You got a bone to pick with me? Come and get me But in the meantime, pop that pussy for a real nigga I used to rock the Popeye ashtray and the mouth with the Hilfiger I'm out that wild Magnolia where niggas'll deal with ya [Outro: Curren$y] Keep the E in it, yeah, yeah Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches Smoking weed in it, laughing in our pictures