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mixtape: "The Fo20 Massacre" (2017)

Chu Saiyan lyrics - Curren$y

Hit the block on 3 wheels, I'm ill
Jet Life in the house with the real deal
Fake gangsters get pissed they will squeal
That's why I'm only in the trench with the trill
Second guessin', half step get you killed
My nigga you got's to chill
Moves I make got that mafia feel
Switch styles because suckers love to steal
Dabbling in your flow like it's they own
People thinking that's your shit when they hear somebody else on
They just trya get on, ain't nothing wrong
The machine force 'em to conform
This is the norm in the industry
Lil' homie, you've been warned about Rolexes and cars you been drawn
[?] some of them same thangs I want
But I never trade my heart dawg, not a part for any for this
Material shit [?] clippin' off it
The universe keep giving me gifts
Got the gift of flip, scribblin' in the chips
Jet Life get rich, leave the spot with a bad bitch
On my line, got a hook like a fish
I'm the young OG, who produce fresh looks
When I jumped off the porch the whole fashion world shook

Balloons Off The Roof lyrics - Curren$y

I'm with' you bro
I fuck with this record
I just want homie to brush up on his Biggie
He need to respect Biggie, that's all
But I fuck with this record right here

Ain't gonna waste no time
We'll just do it

Shooter out the roof
Pick out a coupe
I'm a get two
One of 'em for you
Fuck it, it's cool
Ain't nuttin' but loot
Ain't nuttin' but chains, son
I got more where that came from
And I been catchin' the same stunts
Lately been pullin' that Wraith up
Me and Tish in a 'Rari late nights
Swervin' that bitch like a racecar
It feel good to be caked up
Money wadn't always straight, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to wait for it
Now I don't fuck with no lists
I see it, I want it, I'm in it that day, bruh
That's a six-trey, there's a six-four
Another six-four, there's a six-five
I got a lot more
That's a ninety-six
I got three a'dem
And a sixty-eight on the way, bruh
Chrome all on the sway bar
What you say dog? Wait

Shooter out the roof
Pick out a coupe
I'm a get two
One of 'em for you
Fuck it, it's cool
Ain't nuttin' but loot
Ain't nuttin' but chains, son
I got more where that came from
Lately been catchin' the same stunts
And I been pullin' that Wraith up
Me and Tish in a 'Rari late nights
Swervin' that ho like a racecar
Yeah, it feel good to be caked up
Money wadn't always straight, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to wait for it
Now I don't fuck with no lists
I see it, I want it, I'm in it that day, bruh
That's a six-trey, there's a six-four
Another six-four, there's a six-five
I got a lot more
That's a ninety-six
I got three a'dem
And a sixty-eight on the way, bruh
Chrome all on the sway, bruh
Your bitch got a room at the A loft
She want me to come fuck her head off
I'm countin' up like a straight boss
I cain't afford to take a break for her
Baby girl, gimme a couple hours
I need to smoke
And then I need to take a shower
Then I need to smoke
For some more hours
'Cause you know I got a love affair with flowers
Concentrate they high power
I know you don't fuck with that
This shit is the truth
Might make you think of "Fly"
You might try to jump off the roof
Bitch, look at you

Yep

Like...
Shooter out the roof
Pick out a coupe
I'm a get two
One of 'em for you
Fuck it, it's cool
Ain't nuttin' but loot
Ain't nuttin' but chains, son
I got more where that came from
Been catchin' the same stunts
Your bitch saw me pullin' that Wraith up
Me and Tish in a 'Rari last night
Swervin' that bitch like a racecar
It feel good to be caked up
Money wadn't always straight, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh

I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to wait, bruh
I used to have to for
Now I don't fuck with no lists
I see it, I want it, I'm in it that day, bro

If she bad then she prob'ly kicked it

Let's do one more...

Bape McFlurry lyrics - Curren$y

Gold roadsters, Porsche Roadster, Rolex Daytona
Went to school with one rolled up
Folder my first rhymes got wrote in
And the clothing feel like I'm appropiate
Going to the US Open
My jewelry froze
And every piece that I got, got diamonds on 'em
Skrrt, skrrt
She heard
Heart beating through her t shirt
They think I'm bout to speak
But I'm pretendin' to not see her
Cause bitch you last week
You took a selfie in my Rolls
Ho, that was mad weak
Now when I ride you cain't roll
I got a bag today
Dumped on the rollin' tray
A quarter pound of grade-A
Countin' stuffers all on the way
Andale
Pick the bags up
Drop the bags off
That's all day
Living out my raps cous-o
I really push rhymes like weight
Been around like Bape
Suckers try to duplicate
What you know about collaborations dawg
I'm talkin' original or fake
Baby Milo t-shirt
Unkle Dunks, you don't want no funk
Storage my Louis Vutton trunk
I can pop tags the next 12 months
Get to my pool, I rolled a joint
I told Lil Wayne to pull up
He played sk8 against Stevie Williams
I think they bet like a million somethin'
Big cake, big knife
It's like, dog, we eatin' off big plates
Buyin' Ferraris and tourin' off these mixtapes
Eastside

Cheese Cake lyrics - Curren$y

My money running longer than the OJ chase
Yeah, I turned your feature down
'Cause I don't do songs with fakes
Smoking reefer, ridin' 'round in Marley's Z-28
That's my lil' dawg
He let me floss in this shit for a couple days
I got my own myself, but see it need fresh paint
Perfection take time so a nigga gotta wait
They say 'Spitta you a living legend'
'Ah man, thanks'
Smoke a fattie at my breakfast and I got back to the bank
Roll, rolled up in the Rolls Royce full of pre-rolls
And the Belaire Rose, bumpin' the G Code
Corduroy, house shoes and the beach robe
Bout to eat, save room for dessert and industry beats, though
I got more money than the next
But you will never know cause I be chillin' with it
But when the time right, we shine right
My city never seen so many clean lowriders in they whole life
Whatever you want we got it outside
We light up the night
Candy coated charriots floatin', sunroofs open
Classic rhyme quotin', gas is all we smoke here
Only team gon' be around when all the smoke clear
Bad boy we ain't goin' nowhere
I was inside watchin' Making the Band
Wyclef Jean
Tryn'a give the game [?]
Day dreaming about the day that I get on
And now I'm finally the don
Eastside

Ballin/Starvin lyrics - Curren$y

Eating but I'm starving like a starving
Hey hey hey
[?]
Eating but I'm hustling like a starving artist
East side
Jet Life
Fo'20 Massacre
Did it all in a day
Yeah

Armored cars 'cause the whole world is ours
Family bill paid collecting my cards with these bars
Feeling like Boston George
With my seven car garage

Spent half my life in an airport
Smoking, healing my emotional scars
XXL my only physical award
I dropped the EP of the year with my dog Harry Fraud
I did it in a day
That's how you make a play
The Fo'20 Massacre happened the same way
These beats get slain
But love is shown the whole way
I pulled up in a Wraith and I parked it
Slid in my Ferrari, started it
Working but its looking like we're partying
Eating but I'm hustling like a starving artist is
I ain't always had that paper but I been real
Show you how to ball without a record deal
Independently I hustle bought a Bentley deal
A major player still ride Chevy still
Rubber bands around a hundred hundred dollar bills
Rims look like kids doing cartwheels
And I'll give it all away 'cause my heart big

Yeah
Fo'20 Massacre
For you to smoke to
Till we drop that
Full length
Feature film, The Motion Picture Soundtrack
This oughta hold you
Yeah
[?]
Nigga you have been sleeping
You would have been sleeping
For the cake and ice cream
Rubbing your stomach on [?]

Dogs In The Reservoir lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Wacko)

[Curren$y:]
I'm with you bro
[?]
Yeah
Yup
Yup
Yup
Life

Cruising in my 30's best shape of my life
Michelin S jersey, some light ice
Micro pendant, VV's in it this Jet Life
Can't complain about a thing cause my shit nice
Switch lanes like J and Jermaine
Gunning through red lights
New Orleans to the Alaskan turnpike
All night 'til we get it right
Recount it again down to the last cent
I got plans to be bigger than I already am
Jet Life radio 420 fm tuned in
Cause they know that Imma hit 'em with that cool shit
Post a pic of my new kicks on outfit grid
You could run up on us and you get out did
Might get laid down like them stick up kids
Gotta [?] listen to gangsta Gibbs
Straight player [?] on how I live
Peep how I slid
Like Karate Kid
Daniel son
Car stunts drop tops in the sun
Bout to split like a blunt but I don't smoke them
I got a cone full of funk from Dr. Greenthumb
Roll one up you sleep son
Can't puff with the G's son, you better leave son
Clouds of weed is all we breathing
Money to the ceiling all we seeing
A G all my life you wouldn't know the feeling
Yeah
East side on mine

The jeans
The jeans fit
With Spider Man with the Marvel comics
Nigga
Yeah
Money
I know how much this shit costs
I was like this bitch Wacko
The I seen you on Canal Street in a Bentley
You was like bitch I'm going to Houston tomorrow
Blew my brains out
It was like you told me you was going to fucking Bermuda
That bitch Wacko like I'm going to Houston tomorrow
I was like fuck this bitch Wacko going to fucking Houston tomorrow
Nigga
Pffff
The Spider Man Ecko jean jacket my nigga
Its like a 500 dollar jean fit

[Wacko:]
Rose gold [?] with the boogers in it
Dress shit two tone wraith with the fully in it
Six chains balling like Killah Stone woulda did it
Low ride the 6-2-tre like Tooki in it
Raw paper filled with a whole lot of cookie in it
Spitta built an empire like Luscious and Cookie did it
And y'all don't know the half of the shit that it took to get it
You gotta put your heart in this shit if you're trying to live it
Been rocking thousand dollar jeans before Ball Man
Red Market throwback jersey with the Jordans
Black Aston Martin young balling like Harden
On the tour bus blowing, writing rhymes on the walkman
Dodging all the [?] cause they get wilder than Tarzan
I been focused on that paper since BBD made Poison
Cause I'm trying to feed the homeless and break some bread with the orphans
The son of Abraham and its got me feeling important

La Ferrari lyrics - Curren$y

Still trying to teach Crossy the difference between
Wine and fine champagne
Its alright
His Rolex game is correct
Regal Al just pulled up
Uh

Elevator doors, her Le Pearle hit the floor
Vintage bad bitch that I seen a couple times before
In a Miami night club
We had a brief talk, we was vibing
I got distracted wyling with my dogs
When I looked back she was gone
Disappeared in the fog
Thought I'd never see her again
But here we are
Dressed elegant like she was presenting an award
Booty clapping through it all
Round of applause
I'm like mama do you smoke
She said but of course
So we sparked
I spit darts
Game in her brains
For us to see each other again was meant
To ignore the signs being sent wouldn't make sense
We could change the world over mama change how it spin
I'm your coach baby girl
I'm not trying to be your pimp
I got homies need a chick to drive this Benz 'cross town
With a box in the backseat and not look in
She ate that mission up like it was some M & Ms
Like candy from a baby
She swerved that Mercedes from point A to point Z
She text me when she made it
I said baby you the greatest
Now get back here safely
I'll have a joint rolled up waiting
The life we dating
But these is just jux to big paper
We crooks in the castle
Planning another caper
We not Bonnie and Clyde
No matter how high I get
I never let her drive
She might try to hit the switches on my '65
(Chuckles)

For every blow depends on breath control
So its the first thing you must learn
Fortunately its easy
You'll soon learn

Fo'20 Massacre
Yeah

Black Bottle Affair lyrics - Curren$y

The eyes can't hide it, yeah she excited
Live's a lifer in front of her and she down to try it
Passenger seat, she so pretty watchin' me drivin'
Mesmerizin' these bad ones, my past time
And high sidin' on these haters, tell 'em don't try it
Trophy received for my weed I wanna smoke Heisman
Andretti OG, your dispensary need them P's
So they callin' me, we got the business out in SD
Now who rap about it and who really got it? Let's see
This the dialogue of pilots homie, this that fly speak
Purple camouflage bases, my fly sneaks high price
Your money short, you can't reach
She want boss conversation only, so you can't speak it
Finna take away your caine, see
This something that you can't be
Round the world sprinklin' capital G-A-M-E
My uncle Slam gave me, now may he rest in peace
May he rest in peace

G's make the world go 'round
Money make your girl go
G's make the world go 'round
Free C-Style
We gon' let that money pile in the meanwhile
It'll go down with my rap touchdown

Shout out to the homie Rozay for wearin' that motherfucking Jet Life chain everywhere he go to
We definitely see it

Fast Car lyrics - Curren$y

Due to like 1, 000 requests
This was a necessary do for Fo' 20 Massacre
I checked my comments and nigga
I done seen 1 million muhfuckers ask for this one

Yo
Midnight, paddle shiftin' my Madina
Hoes thought I sold it 'cause I ain't been seen in it
But it's out, we turn the corner smokin' weed in it
Bape Jeans, 30 G's in them, it come with leadership
You switchin' cars 'cause you always leasin' shit
I'm switchin' cars, I got 30, all me, bitch
Money on the flo' magnetize your hoe
My team finna leave, she askin' if she can roll
Can she roll up the weed?
Can she roll over after we fuck?
Can she get ready to roll out and leave?
Type of bitch that I need
She can keep a secret, she can keep it G
She gon' hold a couple P's at her house for me
Fast cars, nigga took the traction off
Smashed hard I smoke out the boulevard
Niggas is broad and they feelin's mad soft
Them pussies need a box of tampons
We poppin' bottles every day we win the game seven
We ridin' foreign, duckin' charges like we 'cane sellin
Avoidin' 12 in my Porsche 911
Livin' in hell on earth but gettin' high as heaven

Chill

That oughta do it
Fo' 20 Massacre
Shout out to the homies
Smoke somethin' for 'em

Fast cars, nigga
Took the traction off
Smashed off
Smoked out the boulevard
Rag top, nigga
Took the rag off
Give 'em what they ask for
Rag off
Nigga, Smashed off
Bought a fast car
Nigga, took the traction off
Slid down Canal Boulevard

Wait...
(Got a garage full of NASCARs
I'm a give you what you ask for
Show you I work maaad hard
Jet Life)

I don't know
We might have to get some more bottles man
Let me see where Rita 'n Valerie at
We cool though

Reclaim lyrics - Curren$y

Yeah
Yeah
Fo'20 Massacre
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Truman got me booming like them system jeeps
Watching Sunset Park wearing my pistol Pete
You talk Jazz jersey
You gotta wear the right kicks with these
I keep a closet full of crispy cleans
Usually seen full of green
In case something pretty and mean
Bad bitches that'll kill you
She on my team
These small faces getting mildew
Let's spend this cheese I'm
Trying to buy back the block
Trying to subtract my top at the red light
In the Chevrolet gumdrop
Candy paint my six-tre just left the sweet shop
And this just in
I got my check from Reebok
That's big bread, heavy shit
It broke the mailbox
Bumping legendary Mac
I'm on that shell shock
Rooftop bar at the hotel
I exit in a helicop
They give you gunshots before they give you props
They just praying that your single flop
They not prosperous
Grown men gossiping
Acting like they should be wearing night gowns and shit
Nigga you a girl
Go somewhere and do your lashes
I'm travelling passport, atlass, and a fat assed bad bitch
Figuring kick it with me some cool shit might happen
Reading genius screen plays as we're smoking these trees
These Hollywood types
They just my colleagues
They'll never be my friends
Unless they're really Gs
Freeze

Yeah
JLR work 'em
Even when it look like we're partying
So excuse the fact that we've been driving around in Ferraris and things
And Rolls Royces been parked outside the buildings
Trust me we in that mother fucker shooting a video
Or its verses being laid down
If we're popping a bottle of champagne
We be celebrating that a check just cleared
And there's still work being done
So don't get it twisted
Mother fuckers just want to do
What they see you doing
They don't want to do
What you're really doing
You feel me
X the deal
They don't want to put the work in
They just want to spend the pay check
They don't want to do the shit
Be we do the shit all the time
Fo'20 Massacre, Jet Life roll out

With All Due Respect lyrics - Curren$y (feat. T.Y)

[Curren$y:]
Yeah
Yeah
With all due respect
Before one bar gets laid

Uh
I been aging this brew for a minute
I been training with my crew
They're all killers
Motion sensors at my crib
My collection worth millions
Jewelry, vehicles, sports memoribilia
You ain't making dough like us
You don't feel us
The she we talk about is way too unfamiliar
I got the elevator in the crib
PA system in the ceiling
The shit you only see in an office building
The money make the more sophisticated women act like children
She nervous to speak when she near him
But she feel him
Cause she know my mind on billions
Never played games, I just wrote them big plays
Locked in on paper like when missiles engage
Firing away in a Wraith
Catching stunts in the rain
Cuban links in my chain
Some things will never change

[Sample - Smif-n-Wessun:]
Bucktown
Home of the original gun clappers

[Curren$y:]
Yeah
Yeah
La da da da da da
With all due respect
Fo'20 Massacre
La da da da da da da

Cuban links in the chains
Some things will never change
A shot of Gran Marnier in my champagne
To give it a little twang
I'm stumbling to the plane
First class but I remember from where I came
In the coach seat sitting in the middle over the wing
I never complain
I was happy just to be in the game
Was happy that Master P gave me a chain
Foot in the door
They tried to close it on my [?] brain
But I'm sprinting after the paper
Ignoring the pain
Fast after the digits, every dollar to gain
Nothing to lose
But if we do then we gon' make it back gain times two
The fuck is you 'sposed to do
My nigga these are the rules
What the fuck is you 'sposed to do
When everybody in your crib is depending on you
Waiting for you to come through
Get to the line and shoot

[Sample - Smif-n-Wessun:]
Bucktown
Home of the original gun clappers

[Curren$y:]
Yeah
La da da da da
La da da da da
Yeah
La da da da da da da
Yeah
With all due respect

[T.Y.:]
Get your mother fucking mind right
And man I hustle so hard
That's the reason why I'm living so large
And if a nigga sneak diss then we get rid of that boy
Shottas on call
So I won't even get involved
Stick to this rap shit but they keep testing me God
Making this noise, making this money, making these moves
Laid my game down and I paid my dues
Now everybody wanting to know what the fuck I'm on
I never leave the crib without it so don't tempt me Homes
Putting people in my corner who gon' back me up
When times get rough
Lift the meter get the job done
I gotta be one of the hottest niggas under the sun
And no matter what goes on
Imma remain humble
I stay dry in a rainstorm without taking cover
I be riding 'round my hood 'til that stack bundles
Come back with some Chinx Drugs
How to get rich nigga
I live life
And never be like you bitch niggas
Nigga

[Sample - Smif-n-Wessun:]
Bucktown
Home of the original gun clappers

[Curren$y:]
Yeah
Woah
La da da da da da
La da da da da da
Yeah
La da da da da da
Yeah
With all due respect
JLR
Yeah

mixtape: "Jet Life All-Stars" (2017)

In Love With The Hustle lyrics - Curren$y (with TY & Scotty ATL)

[Curren$y:]
Sucka niggas can't wear they nice watches out
To these spots where we smoke pot park the low riders outside was receiving no love
No hookup, no plug boy whatchu' thought this was
Shorts in the water, landmines in the mud
The rhymes is the drugs so they can't lock me up
Medical prescription for the bud, I need it
It's like breathing I do it without thinking, it's like blinking
Closer to second nature the game is first person
Hop out & left my doors open on purpose
My interior perfect want you to see what I'm working with

Some of the coolest niggas ever done it
Dirty south flow though all the hoes love it
Thirty-thousand dollars on luggage
Blue-baby magic couldn't find where the coke is
Baby you ain't seen nun
When the center bag coming we'll be really stuntin'
I'm just in love with the hustle
She love me but I'm just in love with the hustle

[TY:]
Levis, there the hustle in my jeans no slim fit
Parallel park with a slim bitch, slim thick
Grew up like me independent, no pops, no air lil nigga no drop she a straight shooter
Rest of the game flex on her like Lex Luger
Dates to the shooting range let her bust the rugger
I don't @ & my niggas don't play
Some niggas throw dollars other niggas throw shade
It's that plastic steel fresh out the plastic
Trill ones love it & the lames can't grasp it
Used to keep my billfold tucked in my socks
Kilo, half o', five flavors for the block travel light
Them other niggas really ain't whitcha'
Every chance they get wanna pose for the picture
Time equals money so I don't like to move out my seat if I can't get whitcha'

[Curren$y:]
Some of the coolest niggas ever done it
Dirty south flow though all the hoes love it
Thirty-thousand dollars on luggage
Blue-baby magic couldn't find where the coke is
Baby you ain't seen nun
When the center bag coming we'll be really stuntin'
I'm just in love with the hustle
She love me but I'm just in love with the hustle

[Corner Boy P:]
I know they out there hoping that I fall off but fuck y'all
Money all through my call log I'm a young gawd
Probably get it checked out the game because I ball hard
Got yo chick playing with my stick like she on Star Wars
Looking for the bag every city that I'm in
Came in game face on show me where dem chips
Pour the money in the front so it's easy for me to dip
Got all my chains on every time I hit the strip
I can tell them clowns that you brought whitcha'
My game so tight try and steal it it's gone pinch you
Everyday I keep it G noting less nigga

[Curren$y:]
Some of the coolest niggas ever done it
Dirty south flow though all the hoes love it
Thirty-thousand dollars on luggage
Blue-baby magic couldn't find where the coke is
Baby you ain't seen nun
When the center bag coming we'll be really stuntin'
I'm just in love with the hustle
She love me but I'm just in love with the hustle

Rockabye Baby lyrics - Curren$y (with Fiend)

[Curren$y:]
This that, brick cellphone tracksuit shelltoes
Rolling up my sleeve show em' how time froze
Cocaine 80's, roofless Mercedes
It get ruthless & gruesome you refuse to pay me
We in it for the loot everyday thinking of different ways
To eliminate them other factions in the way
All about that increase pedal like a ten speed
Competitions are labeled deceased upon arrival

[Fiend:]
Love it of leave it, you can't act the door you don't need it
Them bundles like a blessing and I'm blessed to receive it
Block bleedin', eh I'm high [?] like the b-ball court I'm always jumping
Got green in that Fed-Ex box like 94'
Got zips, got halves, wholes, ordering nine more
JLR gettin' ends until the end
This for my Jeeps, Bentley trucks, Range Rovers, & the Benz

[Curren$y:]
Metal Gear Solid rifles, Don Logan dashboard bibles
Smelling like a pound when I walk by ya
They claim not to like us
Looking for my lighter trying to ignite the fire
Exotic driver, quality pot buyer
Provider of fine rhymes
Come into the cockpit mama & meet the pilot
Getting higher as my dough risin'
Got the helicopter candy like my lowrider