Curry Chicken

Like Oh he's broke I told you he was broke

I told you he ain't got no money

or you know this and that or whatever whatever

Then you'll see some other people

you'll put that you're here in this house

Oh Joey done made it He bought a crib He this, he that

So it's all a story

It's a perception that people make for you, along the way

So it's not really what it necessarily is at any point or given at time

and that's the thing that concerns me

Break it down

We break it down like

Joey Bad he break it down like

My nigga Fly he break it down like

My nigga Statik break it down like

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Alright Alright Alright Alright

Uh

First things first is I been rehearsing these verses

In hopes that I hit the surface and keep myself afloat

But I know one day I'm earning me some platinum and some gold

And all them labels could just reimburse this dick in they throat

And tell my mama Oh no, your purses will never run low

No more cause back when I was four, and we was poor

You would purchase the store

So here I go, your little man has got to grow

I'm walking out the door

My mama just be smiling, cause she know

I got my back and got her worried

Only thing she ask is that I hurry

Home in time for Christmas for some dinner

Seen you on TV again, boy you lookin' thinner

But you lookin' like a winner, aye

You got to give to get and then you give back

You got to give to get and then you give back

You got to give to get and then you give back

Then you give back, then you, then you give back

Worst thing worse, I could've been stealing your purse

Or just been, putting in work and leaving niggas in the dirt

But ever since birth I knew I would be something on this Earth

So now I spit that dope, that shit be hittin' ya nerve

And to my Papa my word is my bond

When you held me in your arms

Did you know along that a star was born

Then you named me Jo Vaughn, now that name ring alarms

Nearly 20 years later we on a plane to The Palms

I gotcha back and got her worried

Only thing I ask is for some Curry

Chicken when we land we eatin' dinner

Mama seen me on TV again lookin' thinner

But I'm lookin' like a winner, aye

You got to give to get and then you give back

You got to give to get and then you give back

You got to give to get and then you give back

Then you give back, then you, then you give back

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord, my soul to keep

If I should die before I wake

I pray the Lord my soul to take

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Lord, my soul to keep

If I should die before I wake

I pray the Lord my soul to take

Break it down