Nesby Phips - The Seventies lyrics

[Verse 1: Curren$y] Yeah, right back like I left my cell phone in the sofa cushion Pay attention to 'em, show you how a pro do it To the edge I push it, clearing over the ledge Long way from down there so don't look if you're scared On the quest for the bread, like I'm trying to build a sandwich Tall enough to put me next to the moon if I was to stand on it That's all, you n***as sugary, get caught in the rain and dissolve Reinforced frame, now Spitta too strong s**a n***as ain't built to last that long They out of ammunition making whack a** songs Rap ain't wrong, it's just f**ed up, not like that forever though Because you got us, good weed, bad b**hes among us Try not to let this bullsh** become us We the Jets, my n***a only God is above us [Hook: Curren$y] Crusin' in my 'lac with a diamond in the back Bad b**h in the pa**enger seat she twistin' up a sack I know this ain't the seventies, I'm feeling like the Mac Goldie, you can't hold me from collecting these stacks Full steam ahead, no time for looking back While I was off you n***as was getting fat It's my time boss I need parts of all that If I ain't on my grind then what you call that [Verse 2: Curren$y] Heavens to Betsy somebody catch me, I'm fallin' Hopefully I land on both Jordan's Get right back to the sky with another bong rip Another broken celly maybe I should buy a phone clip Stop it, I would never rock it Like my wallets, my money and my rubbers all in my pockets You already know what's in them Louie pouches It's prescribed so I ride with at least a couple ounces Never seen lions pouncin' on their prey Real sh**, that's how I approached the beat today These, n***as is slippin', bu*terfingers going to the bar Don't leave your broad you better bring her with you boy Or you'll be filing a missing person report for her Picture on a milk carton at the Krogers Winn-Dixie or whoever your local grocery freezer If I didn't think I would lose my account I would of U Streamed her [Hook: Curren$y] Crusin' in my 'lac with a diamond in the back Bad b**h in the pa**enger seat she twitstin' up a sack I know this ain't the seventies, I'm feeling like the Mac Goldie, you can't hold me from collecting these stacks Full steam ahead, no time for looking back While I was off you n***as was getting fat It's my time boss I need parts of all that If I ain't on my grind then what you call that