Curren$y - Title Track lyrics

[Verse:] Streetcars banging up St. Charles New Orleans is a work in progress I can't afford to take the day off My young n***as stacking up money off the eight balls And they ain't never stepped in a pool hall sh**'s starting to break my heart Cause I don't want that life for my n***as I know we can be so much bigger If the light got shined on my city The world would be trippin' Off how many talented people was in it Other n***as had they little 15 minutes And they ain't know what to do with it But wait 'til I get it I'm a stretch it like Armstrong A million miles long Plus, I'm a put a bunch of other n***as on Spitta showin' love, he's far from selfish I see a n***a strugglin', you know I'm a help him Show my n***as how to go from ballin' to wealthy And raise they kids up real nice and healthy The streets so hot, all the road signs meltin' I stay above that, I'm a fly a** falcon Last night a n***a got clapped with a Magnum The headshots made it look like Mahicans scalped him My brother in the window with a chopper like Malcolm While I'm in the homemade soundbooth rappin' He say I got too much talent And a flow that can change things So that can make me a target of a hatin' a**a**in Cause we done seen the worst of it happen before The homie Slim got murdered right when he was about to blow It's fear and loathing in the NO Demons comin' from wild angles The sh** is wild dangerous But I'm maintaining my cool like John Elway Or Miles Davis The first rap I wrote was five pages full of bullsh** and lies About me k**in' n***as and flippin' pies But when I got by myself, I found myself And realized that if I was a child in these times I wouldn't want to follow in the steps of these guys Clown a** rappers I'm waiting for the day that they primetime the realness And sideline the whackness The good n***as can't get in the real game No matter how much promise we showin' at practice n***as listen to my mixtapes and jack my swagger Get on TV with it, and then I gotta look at it Good thing I got a sense of humor So when it happens, I'm laughin' They just makin' it more easier for me to travel on them Run the snap on 'em, it's a wrap on 'em Chronicles of a swag donor Give five mics to the rightful owner So we can wake hip-hop out of her coma Spitta, yeah [Outro:] Just like that Four months on the road, n***a F.S., Jets Yeah, where haven't we been yet Shout-outs to Smash