Beat Butcha - Personal Party lyrics

[Intro] Uhhhh Riiiight [Verse 1: Smoke DZA] Flying down the westside, joint in my ear One 'bout to get lit up, I'm 'bout to make it disappear In thin air, feeling untouchable; Tommy Buns, sincere. You think I give a f** About a red light? n***as can't do it, so they dead tight Hating on a young slick n***a that's gettin' it Fly sh**; I mastered it. Nothing like your average Cookie patch, rugby bucket, lo-life Parrish smith A n***a got to eat. Paraphernalia In my boxer briefs It's monopoly, I need property I ain't tryna end up like them previous lames Caught up, no bail money, slumped in the game Watch n***as lives flush down the drain The results of not playin' they lane Old head asked, "DZA, you in it for the money or fame?" I said, "I'm in it for the legacy" - triple my change, n***a (right) [Hook: Smoke DZA] Minus the bull, life is great Super high, out of space Mind blown, got me on freeze Plus everybody got they own trees Its a personal party (uh) Light up at ya own pace, cause its a personal party (uh) I'm taking this one to the face, cause its a personal party (pause) [Verse 2: Curren$y] Uh, too hard for paper Write these rhymes on a steel plate. His words hold weight n***a, spitta! From El Salvador to the L.A 'Jet Life' on the billboard. Never forget that day Man, everything going just as planned My driver rollin' up at the airport cause I'm finna land My girl at my hide-out; cheffin' up, she hear that door slam? That p**y wettin' up, as I'm steppin' up She rippin' off her clothes for Spitta to tear it up Now homie is it clear enough? I say 'Get money, f** b**hes' cause I get money: these b**hes wanna f** Now is it clear enough? Homie is it addin' up? [Hook: Smoke DZA] Minus the bull, life is great Super high, out of space Mind blown, got me on freeze Plus everybody got they own trees Its a personal party (uh) Light up at ya own pace, cause its a personal party (uh) I'm taking this one to the face, cause its a personal party (pause) [Verse 3: Smoke DZA] Right, levitating on V-Don's beat Get Well Soon, 'Kush God' speed Got these n***as sick, taken long z's Matter fact, this one's on me For everybody that I lost this year: You know love is due, this one's for you Indecisive, I got choices. Voice of the voiceless I speak for the unheard, y'ain't got to say one word I got you, be a fake n***a - not to Nobody keep it real like I do Everybody's prey in this game of survival, do or die n***as don't abide by rules, it's a cold world Ain't nothing else to do but pray Little n***a got shot in the mouth broad day yesterday Life - what it's worth to you? Questions deep enough for me to light a personal DZA