Famous Lyrics - Pilot Talk Ii - Curren$y

Ain't nothing changed but the weather 

And the temp tag sequence of numbers and letters on my Chevelle 

You can ride, but hey man, watch my leather 

Cause bitches get ejected in traffic from disrespecting a classic 

Rosé in the glasses, get the weed out the plastic 

Spitta and them Monsta Beatz radioactive 

I don't kick it with no rappers, they be hustling backwards 

Like the jeans on Kris Cross, who you Mack Daddy or daddy macking? 

Pen lyrics on back on these napkins zoned out in a first class cabin 

With noise cancellation headphones, two hash brownies for breakfast 

This morning staring down at the ocean, inspired 

Scribbling fire, on a streetcar named desire 

Straddle a fence you only get caught up in the barbed-wire 

I'm independent, fuck your system I get paid without it 

Got a new pothead bitch who moonlighting as a blogger 

That rapper weed she smoke, that Spitta stroke, she wrote about it 

You can't deny it, I'm a rider, word to Pac ambition 

Houdini your main squeeze, she disappear she's a magician 

You can't blame in the midst of the fame planes get changed 

I sent her to the waffle house twit my order from the car man, yeah 

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And I'm looking famous 

And you can tell by the reaction of them strangers 

From distance tryna figure if it is or if it ain't him 

The reals say I'm on it, the haters say I ain't shit, but I'm still 

And I'm looking famous 

And you can tell by the reaction of them strangers 

From distance tryna figure if it is or if it ain't him 

The reals say I'm on it, the haters say I ain't shit, but I'm still 

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I'm high again waiting on the sun 

Dozed off in my '57 at the drive-in 

This is a scary movie I'm in 

But I do it for my folk who genuinely want me to win 

I do a lotta smoking to stay over this bogus shit 

My money and not on these bitches, my focus is locked 

Niggas claiming to be jet planes but they not 

Pay homage, the founder in the house kid 

A MILF hunter, ask your momma she could vouch bitch 

If she cool to fuck and down with rolling that barney up 

Race-day money on the starting gate pony up 

Hope you're hungry, I got a plate of dust for ya homie, look up 

Early morning exercise doing kush ups 

I ain't stingy with it, got a couple pounds put up 

Bitches used to overlook us, now in my presence they shook up 

See where this rap shit done took us? I'm still, still..