Lifers lyrics

[Produced by Happy Perez]

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Rolling in the city where I'm from
b*tches love money, n*ggas love guns
Swear to god nothing doing down the sun
Suckers playing in the do and it's already been done
I got a El Camino and the b*tch run
Got it painted polo green
Got a Hilfiger windbreaker on
Smelling like Versace and weed, b*tch please
Imma ride on these n*ggas til they gone
Cause I never let a sucker n*gga breathe
Cause they twisting up the game on roam
And this exactly what the set don't need
Now check it, four lowriders front your house
The engines is running but lights it out
You already know what thats about
Got one foot in and one foot out

[Hook: Curren$y]
Ain't nothing but the lifer
Ain't nothing but the lifer
Ain't nothing but the lifer
Blue '65 on a set of gold D's
Nothing but the motherf*cking lifer in me
High as a motherf*cker, still rolling weed
Ain't nothing but the motherf*cking la, la, la
[Verse 2: Le$]
I'm worried bout the paper, f*ck some hip hop
Jumping out the slab in some flip flops
Ain't too many build the way we put together
Frame solid, paint way wetter
I'm thinking bout the days I used to need ride home
Now the passenger a ten and she bopping off chrome
Living off some n*gga playing ball in the league
She gon' give me what I want and gon' leave without a knee
I'm running the streets like 20 on the Lions
Get my stats right and I think about retiring
The way I play the game bet I see the Hall of Fame
Defenders can't see em only know his last name
From the back of my jersey, I blew pass
All that trash I'll be hyping, f*ck fashion
Need to focus on your writing
You clashing with the titans, play it wise lil n*gga
You see you ain't ready in your eyes lil n*gga

[Hook: Le$]
Ain't nothing but the lifer
Nothing but the lifer
Ain't nothing but the lifer
Nothing but the lifer
In a pearl cadillac and the vogues stay clean
Nothing but the motherf*cking lifer in me
Coming down slow, mix the sprite with the lean
Ain't nothing but the motherf*cking
[Verse 3: Young Roddy]
Iceberg Slim, pulling b*tches on 'em
Still cruise the city with my blinky on me
On a money train, I'm on a mission homie
Had a half a ounce and a half a ticket on me
I miss curfew, my momma started b*tching at me
Living in a hood where they was trigger happy
Riding in a classic bumping the classics
f*ck a b*tch, I rather keep money under my mattress
Plan it out, draw it up and make it happen
This young boy genius with his mathematics
Saw my uncle in a Regal smoking on reefer
Saw a bad ass b*tch in some white Adidas
Stack bread, still ain't nothing different homie
This rap n*ggas divas, need i mention homie
Let that bullsh*t in the past, I'm on some major sh*t
My n*ggas in the pen call it checking in

[Hook: Young Roddy]
Ain't nothing but the lifer
Nothing but the lifer
Ain't nothing but the lifer
Nothing but the lifer
Lil n*gga, in wide body sh*t sitting mean
Ain't nothing but the motherf*cker lifer in me
Leather seats, 20 racks in my jeans
Ain't nothing but the motherf*cker lifer in me