Above

[Intro: Curren$y]

From the stage, to the bus, to the studio

[Verse 1: Curren$y]

We apit drugs on beats

Niggas ain't fucking with a G, untouchable

Bitches won't fuck with you, if I'm coming through

They'd rather have a chance at the man

Comfortable in my D-boy stance

Riding with Tiny C-Style in the Lamb

Long beach smoke 28 grams

Assisted the pass look off the plane took off

Niggas get laid down over what they stood for

Casualties of a fucking hood war

Shit raw, tryna live above the law

Spit Xan bars, I'ma cop another car

Your boy been a man from the motherfuckin' start

These other niggas lack the fucking heart

These other niggas just bitches and

Some of these bitches just tired fucking broads

It's like I bought the whole motherfuckin' mall

On my bus for the Pilot Talk tour

Surge protector, I got plugs for you

Drugs czar, I'm the motherfuckin' drug store

[Verse 2: Mr. Marcelo]

I came up on that street, cash shit

Nowadays I'm on my check shit

I wake and bake and count bread for breakfast

Learn how to get more money by investing

But as a youngin' niggas couldn't tell me nothing

I was always on my wild wild west shit

City on my fitted, hood on my hoodie

Blowing on good, like nigga what's goodie

OG been looking like money

Benz 500 just doing one-twenty

Motherfuckers know real when they see it

You could get straight A',s but you still can't be it

Yeah, burner on tuck

Looking at niggas like who want what

[?] boy, I been on game

Five dollar ass niggas, I will make change

And you could put the house on it

But I ain't going out like Tony

A1 day one in these streets

Niggas living in the mud, so they got to wear cleats

Beep beep for the money, boy

Ain't nothing soft about me, I go hard

Big dog in the yard of these streets

Started as a indian, but now I am a chief

OG