Trip To London by Currensy
[Verse 1: Fiend]
He never really saw the bullet coming
No type of instinct for running
I wish he would have came with me to London
I never knocked his hustle, I was the one that gave him
muscle
And showed him how to make a missle, snap a bone
gristle
Red peppered the floors, only by the doors
In case the D.E.A. got a drug sweep tour
Confuse the canine looking, and keep one on your
waistline
A few thoughts when they really wanna chase mine
Why they wanna replace mine shots of tequila when I
chase mine
One bullet proof transport, [?] number on who made mine
Smoking that gray pine, they save mine
I had to seek it, now I'm one of the ones that can
speak it
[Interlude: Curren$y]
Ain't never gon' die homes
Too mufucking live for 'em
Tryna throw cases on him like a iPhone
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Jet Lifers, never die-ers
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