Disappearing Ink

[Intro: Curren$y] Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, let me sing (Nigga) [Verse 1: Curren$y] Uh, shit so dark you need night vision just to listen Disappearing ink, it was written hieroglyphics Niggas lookin' like clones, all saying they tryin' to be different Reflection, so deceptive, there's too much smoke and mirrors I'm stoned on my own playing oldies from my phone Bluetooth in the coupe, cost the price of a home Always gone, money mission never ending Went through hell to get it Spend them digits on princess flooded religious pendants My mom's prayers keep me from dealing with deceitful niggas I seen them niggas dawg and you was with 'em I wrote these rhymes to the sounds of you snakes slithering I seent it, like a floor-model Zenith Thirty-three inch, bro, I mean it though Things can get real quick while I just play it how it go Learnt that in the NO, rap hustling fasho Bitches in and out revolving doors, diggin' for gold While I'm mobbin' in the side with no piece on my Figaro Diamonds on the lobster clasp, just a light splash [Verse 2: Styles P] JetLife, block life, when's the next flight? Fuck the cop lights, six hunnid' horses right at the stoplight Got you thinkin' when will the lights stop Six for a nice whip, five for a nice watch Seven for a nice crib, live at the night spot Homies with the dope Nikes, chicks with the nice drops Moët in the ice bucket, know he 'bout to light pot (You know) Kush and the raw cone, ringers with the doors off and doors on Either its peace or it's a warzone An alchemist for currency, with Alchemist and Curren$y Mommy told me flourish, but money could never nourish me So I got the juice like Q did, what you did You ain't sayin nothing, doing nothing, you just frontin' Had my nigga push ya button with a ratchet and a new clip That shit a hit your ear like a Q-tip We just tryin' to chill and get stoned off this glue shit [Outro: Curren$y] Yeah La da da da da da