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]

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