Flight Briefing lyrics - Curren$y (feat. Young Roddy & Trademark Da Skydiver)

[Flight attendant talks:]

(Okay, as we get ready to take off, please make sure to check that your seat belts are fastened, that your tray tables are up, and that your electronics are off.)

Checks nigga, why haven't we been there? Fuckboys wondering if they bitch next

(As the crew comes through to make final cabin checks, please let us know if you have any questions or need any help. We promise to do everythig we can to make sure you have a saft, comfortable flight.)

[Curren$y:]

Uh, With these lazy eyes I seen

More than you can see in seven lifetimes

Get you on track got the fresh scoop from inside

Give you insight on the situation cause I done it twice

Done a dotted line tightrope walk

Where the suits want results they don't talk

Dozens of songs locked away and rotten in a vault

No one to blame it was solely my fault

No salt thrown, just boss game long

Right now I'm not trippin pimpin you can pay me for it when you get it

I'm tryna get a bigger home, put my niggas on

They puttin they niggas on we getting really strong

Met Rex jets, best shape ever

Winner circle, you squares need to get it together

Or stop hanging with each other go somewhere and get it separate

Your bitch want that vitamin D she looking desperate

Bullshit convo five minutes invested

Now she buck-naked lying to you via text message

In a snap like celery or fresh lettuce

Get beheaded trying to get ahead of us

You know what way is up

[Young Roddy:]

Yeah

As the world still turning

My joint still burning

I hold my head high and I got that from uncle Vernon

So, if you want respect, you gotta earn it

It's crazy, most people never learn it

Preach!

So, before they hear my sermon

Here's my confession, I get dressed with my burner

Sheesh!

I know that ain't right

But I know when shit's weak

Try livin' on my tray first streets

So, before I fall asleep

With a certified freak

Who just tryna get her hands on some courtside seats

I'm cool

Nice try, but you can't get that from me

Nice guy, hard body man it way too weak

Gucci broads even said I keep it way too G

I never try to be something I'm not

I do me

I find it better on my own two feet

Roddy keep it unique and low key

Jets Fool

[Trademark da Skydiver:]

Fresh Polo bucket

All them niggas know I'm acting' out

Smoke so much kush in the whip I started blacking out

I'm hoppin out in one of the freshest without a doubt

Bitches love when I come around, they know what I'm about

Take em to the house

Fuck em good, smoke em out

Burn a whole ounce with a mama back to my paper route

I'm tryna put a couple a dollars in my money pouch

Bag to bag transactions then I'm over and out

Dumb it down?

Never that, you should know me buy now

I'm floating on a kush cloud and I never come down

Jet set, international we world renowned

All for takin niggas bitches when we come in town

Lames cryin over hoes, thats tears of a clown

I'm smokin on some purple and green, you steaming brown

Leaves with them sticks and seeds, they should see me now

Its M-O-B, I rest in peace on a money pile