The Current

[Verse 1] Can I help you? I give a fuck about what anybody else do I give a fuck about how anybody else move Or anybody else moo, sun cycle a foot head Cats don’t even know the history of my footwear Can’t believe I even understood [?] [Verse 2] 4 digits at least G I just got off of Facebook so good luck tryna reach me Oh 4 digits ain’t that much But let me see you get that just for waking up Yo, stop clowning I stayed the course, get my point across without shouting 34 years without a loss That’s years without a boss and counting [Verse 3] I ain’t notice cats was tryna be intimidating I was meditating A writer said I’ll be dead beforе I’m celebrated A famous corpsе, guessing that’s the cost of innovating My inhalation, my exhalation I taking stride to coincide with my expiration When I ain’t breaking cycles I’m breaking into Cyprus I made it to 34 so I guess there’s typos in the Bible Or could be just human But soon as I wake I’m back to what I fell asleep doing Dudes behind that ran contra now decide to throw concerts Now worth more monsters, I mean sponsors [Verse 4] I got an army of saints, my army’s in shape They constitute a cypher that is hard to explain And hard to escape The current is the currency, be gone in exchange Every sec I shake the Etch A Sketch, a clean slate Free of cliches, not that any of y’all appreciate It’s crazy these days, word Living in the last days, home is where the hat lays So I ain’t busy setting up the barricades To ward off motherfuckers tryna break into the Batcave Rainy days, I still radiate I signify the entire game, hollering a woo woo ’88