Above lyrics

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
From the stage to the bus to the studio
Spit drugs on beats
n*ggas ain't f*cking with a G
Untouchable, b*tches won't f*ck with you
If I'm coming through they 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
n*ggas get laid down over what they stood for
Casualties of a f*cking hood war
sh*t raw tryna live above the law
Spit Xan bars Ima cop another car
Your boy been a man from the motherf*cking start
These other n*ggas lack the f*cking heart
These other n*ggas just b*tches and
Some of these b*tches just tired f*cking broads
It's like I bought the whole motherf*cking mall
On my bus for the Pilot Talk tour
Surge protector I got plugs for you
Drugs all I'm the motherf*cking drug store

[Verse 2: Mr. Marcelo]
I came up on that street
Cash sh*t
Nowadays I'm on my check sh*t
I wake and bake and count bread for breakfast
Learn how to get more money by investing
But as a youngin' n*ggas couldn't tell me nothing
I was always on my wild wild west sh*t
City on my fitted, hood on my hoodie
Blowing on good like n*gga what's goodie
OG been looking like money
Benz 500 just doing 120
Motherf*ckers 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 n*ggas like who want what
[?] boy I been on game 5 dollar ass n*ggas 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
n*ggas 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