Curren$y – AD6 (Audio, Lyrics)

Date 2021-12-25

Category Foreign Music, Lyrics, New Music

American rapper, songwriter, Curren$y unveils the “AD6” track with Jay Electronica. The track was produced by Ski Beatz. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Curren$y Ad6

Curren$y Ad6

Curren$y is one of the most consistent artists out here and whenever he drops a project, fans get excited. His Pilot Talk series always seems to bring the hits, and on Friday, Curren$y provided us with the perfect early Christmas gift in the form of Pilot Talk 4. The mixtape is mostly carried by himself, however, there is one song that features Jay Electronica, or we at least thought it did. “AD6” is a standout on the mixtape and if you were to go to YouTube, you could find the version with Jay Elec. On the official release, however, the only artist here is Curren$y himself.

Regardless, the artist does a fantastic job carrying the song as we get some dope bars, all while Curren$y raps over some lavish production. From the horns to the bass, there is a lot going on here and it comes together in a truly fantastic way. If you’ve got some time away from the family today, definitely give this new song a spin.

Curren$y – AD6 (ft. Jay Electronica) (prod. Ski Beatz)


[Intro: Curren$y]
Servin’, servin’
Servin’, servin’, swervin’, yeah
Servin’ sermons, swervin’ corners, collectin’ my ties (Just like that time)
Servin’ sermons, swervin’ corners, collectin’ my ties
Damn, yeah
Skrrt, skrrt, swerve to the sides
We gon’ get the whole half, yeah, damn
Got ’em sleepin’ outside
Starin’ and on line

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Andretti back over the stove
Cookin’ utensils is outside the door
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, scrape the sides
I’ma get the whole world high
Bangin’ that Drop Top Wop in my ride
Servin’ sermons, swervin’ corners, collectin’ my ties
For the fly, them other niggas livin’, they ain’t really live
They jams and jive, taps and ref in they iPhone
Have a storage full of lies while I glide
Glaciers of ice, shootin’ craps with diamond dice
Nigga, we playin’ for your life
Shrimps want beef so we lay it over rice
It’s worth twelve percent of my adjusted gross
But it help me sleep at night
Keep them cameras off, build them motherfuckin’ fences high
My hippie girl seen ’em comin’ with her third eye
All of your dope slangin’, them whole pies
Watchin’ them birds hit the sky
Cameras flash, you gon’ know when we arrive
We really them guys, all of us is high
Read all our names in the headlines, damn

[Break: Curren$y]
Duh-dum, duh-dum, duh-dum, duh-dum

[Verse 2: Jay Electronica]
Jay Elec back over the stove
I left home on Greyhound and came back with Hov
Project niggas, we worldwide now, like mister Marcelo
New Orleans, where we still makin’ Heaven out of the ghetto
It’s been a long time since we seen you under the bridge, [?]
Well, is the model still, “You get it how you live,” yeah?
Say less, I used to wear Buster Browns out of Payless
Then graduate the 8-Ball jackets, comin’ out [?]
I spit it for Mookie, Juv, world, Earl, and [?]
The law we lay in the street, Sleepy Joe couldn’t be told
No harm, no technical foul, no unheavenly free throw
From chapel to listen to [?], and a desire [?]
Me and Spitta spit a flame of magic that’s uncontested
Jet life, five nations, we can see the planes, it’s so majestic
What’s poppin’, oh, look, like Britney
I be at [?] boy’s on Saint Bernard
You got a bone to pick with me? Come and get me
In the mean time, pop that pussy for a real nigga
I used to rock the Popeye ashtray and the mouth with the Hilfiger
I’m out that wild Magnolia where niggas’ll deal with ya

[Outro: Curren$y]
Keep [?], yeah
Keep [?], yeah
Smokin’ weed with ’em, [?]

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