Restoration Lyrics - Curren$y

[Verse 1: Curren$y] 

Two of the illest back in the kitchen 

Filling prescriptions, fiends itching 

We serve em through the chain linked fences 

Beamers and Benzes on 24 inches 

Reefer smoke thick as the tension from them bitch ass niggas 

Fuck them bitch ass niggas, Route 

They broke and they assed out 

That's what they mad 'bout 

While I'm in the stash house on the internet checking the latest project progress 

They never understand my underground success 

The amount of love I get, but I digress 

It's obvious that I'm above all this cause I'm a Jet 

Center Edge Territory the collective 

Mos Def and Jay Elec, Andretti fresh 

A pair of thousand dollar steps when I left I threw up my set 

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[Verse 2: Young Roddy] 

I guess everybody gangsters, everybody serving 

Everybody slanging, everybody claiming Crip or Blood 

Everybody banging, ain't nobody tryna take the fall 

They all pointing fingers 

Yea I'm tryna win, I'm all out of favors 

We started with nothing so hustling our nature 

We come from a place where a murder make you famous 

We built us a business nobody gave us naythan 

The underrated, Shawn Kemp and Gary Payton 

Pitch a bag to the lawyer to fight the case 

They got me back in the kitchen without the apron 

Bucket low like fuck it though 

Hell yea I'm fresh up out the gutter but she love it though 

Money in the envelope 

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[Verse 3: Street Wiz] 

Arm full of riches we been evicted 

Shit been official, that there my status you know the business 

Convince the kid to get on a track and we go to spitting 

Its Cleopatra, you know we at it, come get a listen 

Best pay attention, this is a dynasty in the building 

We hit the stage they up to the front they tryna get pictures 

It's lemonade that's up in the air we keep it too litty 

The bitches stare when we hit the place we come to get busy 

No time to spare its 3, 2, 1, back to the mission 

We blowing on something different, dispensary flavor hitting 

We leave you in the past, the jealous be shifting different 

The schedule full of digits, you guess it but it was written 

Ba-bang