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letra de the type - curren$y & the alchemist

[curren$y]
let the little homie kick it in the auto-shop with us
long as he can make store runs and keep his mouth shut
same way i came up, all my triple o’s was hood famous
nice guy surrounded by wolves wild/dangerous
that’s where i gained this cool!
walk this talk, you trying to duplicate and make twos
all you do is make fools of yourselves
underground jewels, chester cobblepot, waddling in the wishing well
evidence n-ggas done fell trying to get close to the jet-code
but it will never be deciphered by a rookie pilot
that’s why i sit opposite the driver, ’63 impala
bad b-tch, chain steering wheel guidance
i’m out the window sky watching
plotting as usual, that’s what i’m doing when i quiet
can’t remember shorty name, but she had that loud pack
that other night in tallah-ssee, and i thank her for that
fine freaky sending snaps with her legs behind her back
in the wee hours of the morning, picture mailing that she h-rny
but love, i’m tryna f-ck with this money

[hook – curren$y]
we bust raps like d boys bust gats
we the type of people that don’t bury the ax
hold up!
we bust raps like d boys bust gats
we’re the type of people cutl-ss, monte carlos, regals

[prodigy]
we bust raps like we bust these gats
we’re the type of people that don’t bury the ax
hold up!
we bust raps like we bust these gats
we’re the type of people chevies and gmc’s

[verse 2 – prodigy]
f-ck it, it’s the life of a shooting star, gotta move smart
can’t get caught slipping, they all wanna see me fall
take my punches like a trooper, take my losses like a man
it come with the territory, take the good with the bad
throw the dice, watch ’em tumble, where they land, so be it
everything is not strategic, sometimes we risk our life
sometimes we risk our love, our money, and our freedom
that bullsh-t we feed it, to see if you gonna eat it
in new york, we manipulate naive dummies
we beat you on the head, it’s just game we be running sometime
but most of the time, we don’t play
they can’t figure us out, we like it that way
the road to the riches so long our feet catch blisters
all these crabs in the bucket, pull you down trying to get up
every man for theyself, every woman want bags and shoes
we the type of people that’ll find you

[hook]

- curreny the alchemist

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