2.P.I.G. Lyrics by Larry June & Curren$y, The Alchemist
(Feat. Curren$y, The Alchemist)
Go ahead, man
Uh, ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy
Huh
Kaleidoscope on the coffee table, look at things from all angles
Wraith ceilings, star-spangled, Andretti stay swangin’
***, don’t tangle or twist it
Don’t *** with the clubs, niggas be in there trippin’
I’ma post at the crib, might invite over some ***
Black and white motion pictures, Hollywood in the ’50s
Rollin’ up somethin’ sticky, this what my grower just sent me
Underground crazy stupid tracks, huh
Two phones, one gold, ***, get that dough
Treacherous as chess, not checkers or tic tac toe
Stay fly, stay off stretchers, and stay from them po’s
‘Posed get ***, stay low, niggas out there broke
And they lookin’ for a reason to commit treason
Wes tried to knock Ace ’cause he said he wasn’t eatin’
That ain’t good company, that’s wolves in competition over sheep sleepin’
Blood on they paws and they teeth, eyes gleamin’
Full moon, silver spoon, scoopin’ sweetener
That money comin’ soon, my dog, I can see it
You must believe me, just hope you can trust your people
Uh, man, what’s happenin’
(Ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy)uh, man
Jet Life, T–F–M, A–L–C, what’s happenin’
You gotta make sure you focus on the right ***
Time to get some money, quit worrying about the right ***
God don’t make mistakes, my watch is a Nautilus
Paid so long, *** leave, I don’t even trip
Sittin’ on my balcony writing all type of ***
Feelin’ like a novelist, ‘nother M with Alchemist
I mean that actually, ain’t talkin’ alphabets
*** talkin’ private jets, ‘nother show in Paris
(Sock it to me)
I’m in the SL with Rell
Two of the same phone, both collectin’ the mail
Guess I’m the postman, fitted-hat and a scale
Guess I’m the toastman, pro with the vac-seal
Numbers compounding my components can’t stand it
Bought the Maybach and left it as is, then played the background
Like a ad-lib, you niggas can’t *** with me
So they talk about me to these hoes that be lovin’ me
She met me in-person already, I’m the real thing
Diamonds so big in this ring, I coulda bought a Jeep
What a *** paid for these jeans, I coulda bought a P
I’m in the Porsche, one hand, sippin’ a coffee (Good job)
Argentina with a Latina (Uh)
Goals, overachieved it, thankful for my achievements
I just keep eatin’, I’m thankful
Focus on winning ’cause nobody gon’ save you, what’s happenin’
(Man, yeah, ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy)
Focus on that chicken ’cause nobody gon’ save you, what’s happenin’
Uh, Jet Life
A–L–C, T–F–M
Numbers, uh
Ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy, sock it to me