Clear by Currensy
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, cold bottles, hot nights
Long stories, short flights
My turf field territory, everybody got a price
And these are proposal the money to have, people that
chose disposal
Bitch wake up to a nose full and sneak out on old dude
He been on to her moves but he play it cool
Knowing better than to trust a bitch
Even though she was with him back when he began
hustling
Had her tugging greyhound, busting all types of other
shit
Know how that old game loop a younger bitch
Same thing, lose a younger bitch
Speed kills and them newer cats is mad quick
Survival of the fittest, niggas need to join a gym
Rhyme's lightweight homie, been lifting
International audio dope distributing
Five star restaurant with my house shoes on
Like the jernt of a don, stay out my way from here on
[Hook x2: Curren$y]
Real nigga, let me make it as clear as my windows
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