Pot Jar Lyrics - Curren$y

Parlayed the Caymans 

Flew to vegas just in time for the weigh-in 

Fight night, MGM, vaporizer blazing 

Valet for the classics, trucks with armored glasses 

Franchise players on a momentous occasion 

Announce the fact we made it, tip a c-note to the waiters 

Send a bottle to your table, it's a celebration 

Rollie presidential, inauguration stones clearer than an HD station 

And you hating 

If you'd have had one that's nice I'd have told you congratulations 

I stole home base while you was tying your laces 

Your bitch gave out the dugout 

Smoked out the clubhouse 

Welcome to the majors 

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Niggas hoping I get knocked off 

In the studio making them drop offs 

Ducking them hip-hop cop cars 

Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar 

Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar 

Certified dope on three coasts 

Bread healthy, wheat toast 

Tryna see the fam wealthy, the fam help me 

Held me down when I needed it 

Held me up when I couldn't reach it 

Flashlight when I couldn't see shit 

Saying my prayers, smoking my weed 

Listening to Roy Ayers 

With more pull in my city than the mayor 

Smart not scared 

Highed up but aware and prepared 

If them fools from over there ever came round here 

But we'll cross that bridge when we get to it 

(Audio drug lord with this music) 

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Niggas hoping I get knocked off 

In the studio making them drop offs 

Ducking them hip-hop cop cars 

Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar 

Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar 

Don't nothing move but the decimal 

Everyday above ground is a chess move 

Don't let the little things stress you 

If you can go without killing a nigga, you successful 

Low key, like I'm riding with a whole key 

But I'm just chasing these cookies with this OG 

I don't do first halfs, I need the whole fee 

You want Jada, Kiss, or you want the whole me? (which one) 

And I don't be popping bubbles 

If I ain't house shopping I'm at the dealer copping doubles 

Ain't where I wanna be, but I'm not far 

Answers at the bottom of my pot jar (light one) 

Niggas hoping I get knocked off 

In the studio making them drop offs 

Ducking them hip-hop cop cars 

Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar 

Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar