Curren$y - Hammers & Vogues lyrics

[Hook: Stalley] x4 Hammers and Vogues, b**hes and hoes, my n***as on that king ish [Verse 1: Stalley] I'm selling peace on Earth, God I'm trying not to be so worked, God For what it's worth, I'm overtime Grind until the sun up Jewel polishing, tryna stay an honest man with my come up n***as keep testing me, I'm tryna put these guns up They got me looking like a redneck, looking for trespa**ers All these demons in my way, I'm tryna brush past them The psychology of armed robbery excites them Indictment for my writing did more than enlighten Just ask them, did some fighting on the way up Lost a couple partners, now I'm just past ten And one of them going in he might catch a L or Get a one to ten, I'm just tryna reel him in Keep him safe from this jungle But it's hard to keep these apes out the rumble, I was tryna make amends Stack a couple ends Cause there's no ends to this life that we live so I'm on my Jet ish Shout to Curren$y, a n***a straight respect it Just enjoy this life, fall in love, lay back and enjoy your wife And think twice before you throw the dice Think twice before you throw the dice Think twice before you throw the dice [Hook] x4 [Verse 2: Curren$y] Uh, heavy is the wrist that carries the crown My Rolex represents the work that I put down I hustled hard for this Getting it, riding 'round, soft top '76 Become a legend in the south, n***a we the sh** Jet Life got yo b**h's fingers hella sticky from the doobie twisting Fool if you ain't up on things I know you seen me and Stalley exiting that plane Jamaica living playa, I'm too high for you to aim at Laid back, ordering some wings in my wave cap n***a, I live like my dead homeboy still here Order a hundred bottles and sit 'em by empty chairs It's just money, we hustling, we gon' get more of it I counted a hundred grand this morning Them n***as gon' hate and them hoes gon' - you know [Hook] x4 [Verse 3: Stalley] Paint the perfect picture with the perfect scriptures They call me the perfect enigma The haters call me the example of a perfect stigma But to be quite perfect, I ain't perfect n***a I mean I could be perfect wit' ya But I'd rather puff the swisher and listen to some Mister Styrofoam, no gla**es Codeine poured thicker than mola**es, I'm leaning when I'm blowed I'm just speaking what I know, they say I walk like a show Motion picture, full feature I'm numb to what's going on, no emotions, hard to reach him And I keep my circle small so I'm hard to leech from And I'm living like Robin Leach, son Lifestyles of the rich and famous, I ain't leased one All them Chevys mine and completely done Rallies dualies and the T-tops when I need to see the sun [Hook] x4