Breakfast

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[Intro: Curren$y] Ugh Yeah, yeah Some of the good things that weed can do (Yeah, ha) PSA, let me start shooting 'em fucking commercials (Jets in the house) Yeah Man (Yeah) Yeah, bitch [Verse: Curren$y] I'm so cold with it; the potency of the beat— Is consistent with the fact that Mos did it Prolific, not shaken or stirred In the presence of those niggas, herbs They only after your bread, them fucking birds You think they like your haircut, fair enough Live your life, partner Guess I could keep them two cents in my pocket Add that to these underground-rap dollars Refused the majors and stayed real, I kept my promise Rolled Bambús in the Bahamas, mama It's either that or them strawberry coladas Xbox web browser Download a updated NBA roster Play a eighty-two-game season Condo full of snacks, Spitta not leaving Off-brand muh'fuckers, odd number, you are not even On my level, write that sickness, my ink pen sneezing Yancey Thigpen can't catch me sleeping You ear-hustling muhfucker, and I'm eating Creeping with my side bitch, hope I don't get caught cheating New Orleans this morning, New York in this evening Squinting they eyes and shit, they can't see him Fly in the hive, buzzing, them bugs can't be him Illegible letters in my ledger, they can't read 'em Smiling, money piling, I'm cheesing Odometer broken, I ain't know that I was speeding Fast living, sloe gin for these bitches I got that game from my Pittsburgh nigga SV Diablo, ninety-six, wings lift Daniel-san, crane kick—wah! [Outro: Mos Def] You're the best around You're the best around You're the best around You're the best
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- Curren$y