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the dossier (in and out) - curren$y lyrics

[prelude]
yeh
jets, n*gga, where haven’t we
(they look up to the, yeh)
f*ck boys wondering if they
b*tch… next, yeh
real life, yeah
jet files, n*gga, uh

[verse]
st. charles street, cars still clanging
n*ggas who was in*front of the corner store is still hanging
ain’t nothing changing, they just aging three*hundred*
*sixty*five days, as if they was pages in a leather bound
book, swam away with the flow—the sharks shook
free from the hook and sank the boat, i break bread
wit’ my n*ggas when i come off the road with the doe
to open they eyes, and show ‘em the ropes, that’s how the game
go, or it’s sposed to, as a young’n i was schooled to the
rules by the older dudes, that’s why i warn my
lil’ homie ‘bout his funny crew, the makin’ sucker moves
you can’t take them mistakes back, sl!ck, i seen
handguns make young dumb n*ggas backflip
i think my lil’ bro too cool for that sh*t
plus i’m fin to see some major cake on the rap tip
grub up like hush puppies, and thinly sliced catfish
n*gga penny hardaway with the magic
number one status, dictionaries, compass, and a
atlas, wordsmith, i’m all over the world, where ya
at b*tch, still on top the money like the dope boy’
mattress
[reprise]
jets, n*gga, now where haven’t we
jet… files
n*gga, jet files, uh
fool
fool i drop them bomb*ass tapes

jet files, let’s go

- curreny lyrics

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