"Cursed" lyrics
I go through the most
I think I wanna be alone
From the M but we move with them K's
Bro'nem had clapped him and pissed on his grave
Fresh on the regular, we clean every day
Ain't show me how so I made me a way
They don't know how I feel so ain't shit you could say
Neighborhood hero, I'm savin' the day
Down on my dick, I had hated that stage
Facin' my opps, no runnin' away
Oh, I'm on the block with the gang and my glizzy
Switch too fast, I done shot a whole 50
Ain't slide for the guys, don't act tough with me
If heaven had phones, tell Boog come get me
Still in the city, tell a nigga get with me
Popped his mans, I know they shitty
Spot 'em, we got 'em, lil bro gon' get him
Got the fye in the mall, nigga know I ain't slippin'
Two Xans back to back, bro tell me I'm trippin'
Fiend for the lean, codeine I'm sippin'
Can't think straight, my mind so twisted
Blood on his feet only time he grinnin'
Used to us losin', they hate when we winnin'
Thought you was solid 'til you showed me different
You broke our bond so I don't wanna fix it
All of them shootouts we had got my mama evicted
Spin on the opps leavin' blood through the trenches
Took a break on the percs 'cause the pain weren't healin'
Is you 'round for the stay or a temporary feelin'?
Blood everywhere 'cause it was real deal business
Shots let off but them bullets ain't hittin'
Told Mama I'm sorry, she heard I been drillin'
Fresh off a drill so right now I'm just chillin'
It's on me and near me, I can't let 'em kill me
Real niggas relate so I know they gon feel me
I thought it was love, it was lust, she tricked me
The way I been livin' is dangerous and risky
Prolly fuck on a bitch, I ain't givin' no hickey
That ain't my dick, that's my blick in my Dickies
Face me a nigga in public, he timid
Spin out of foreign, come through in a Bentley
Feel like I'm 50, I'm hated by many
Fully my Glock, I got tired of the semi
Big body truck and it came with a hemi
Can't keep it real then I don't want you near me
Cross back to back, I ain't trustin' you
You will never love me like my daddy do
Tell me you sorry then do it again, that shit just make me not fuck with you
Tryna catch a kill but the money keep callin'
Tryna find peace but the reaper keep stalkin'
Went and got it back anytime I lost it
Cold-blooded gunna still need me some cover
Say it's gonna shine but I still see thunder
Go broke now, would you stay I wonder?
Cemetery gang, know we put shit under
Bulletproof truck ridin' 'round like Obama
Won't stop for the cops going on a high speed
Caught a nigga in his yard, left his face in the leaves
Gun a nigga down, we done make shit bleed
Throwin' gang signs still droppin' them B's
Learned how to count before I learned how to read
Big boy racks and it's all off weed
Keepin' it playa and pushin' them P's
Them new niggas cool but them niggas ain't me
Run down on an opp, I ain't doing no talkin'
Tell the opps catch a Lyft, don't get caught walkin'
Go pick his suit 'cause we pickin' his coffin
Gassin' him up so we come and white chalk him
Let off hunnid the last time we caught him
Ran with his gun, how I know? 'Cause we saw him
Changin' they lo's 'cause they know we been on 'em
Boog was a gunna, I hate that we lost him
Broke ass opps, niggas get on my nerves
I can have a nigga killed, I just say one word
Hit a nigga uh, leave his brains on the curb
Sixty in the Drac' and the clip got a curve
Make a nigga crash, keep shootin' when he swerve
I'on understand life, sometimes feel cursed
I think I wanna be alone
From the M but we move with them K's
Bro'nem had clapped him and pissed on his grave
Fresh on the regular, we clean every day
Ain't show me how so I made me a way
They don't know how I feel so ain't shit you could say
Neighborhood hero, I'm savin' the day
Down on my dick, I had hated that stage
Facin' my opps, no runnin' away
Oh, I'm on the block with the gang and my glizzy
Switch too fast, I done shot a whole 50
Ain't slide for the guys, don't act tough with me
If heaven had phones, tell Boog come get me
Still in the city, tell a nigga get with me
Popped his mans, I know they shitty
Spot 'em, we got 'em, lil bro gon' get him
Got the fye in the mall, nigga know I ain't slippin'
Two Xans back to back, bro tell me I'm trippin'
Fiend for the lean, codeine I'm sippin'
Can't think straight, my mind so twisted
Blood on his feet only time he grinnin'
Used to us losin', they hate when we winnin'
Thought you was solid 'til you showed me different
You broke our bond so I don't wanna fix it
All of them shootouts we had got my mama evicted
Spin on the opps leavin' blood through the trenches
Took a break on the percs 'cause the pain weren't healin'
Is you 'round for the stay or a temporary feelin'?
Blood everywhere 'cause it was real deal business
Shots let off but them bullets ain't hittin'
Told Mama I'm sorry, she heard I been drillin'
Fresh off a drill so right now I'm just chillin'
It's on me and near me, I can't let 'em kill me
Real niggas relate so I know they gon feel me
I thought it was love, it was lust, she tricked me
The way I been livin' is dangerous and risky
Prolly fuck on a bitch, I ain't givin' no hickey
That ain't my dick, that's my blick in my Dickies
Face me a nigga in public, he timid
Spin out of foreign, come through in a Bentley
Feel like I'm 50, I'm hated by many
Fully my Glock, I got tired of the semi
Big body truck and it came with a hemi
Can't keep it real then I don't want you near me
Cross back to back, I ain't trustin' you
You will never love me like my daddy do
Tell me you sorry then do it again, that shit just make me not fuck with you
Tryna catch a kill but the money keep callin'
Tryna find peace but the reaper keep stalkin'
Went and got it back anytime I lost it
Cold-blooded gunna still need me some cover
Say it's gonna shine but I still see thunder
Go broke now, would you stay I wonder?
Cemetery gang, know we put shit under
Bulletproof truck ridin' 'round like Obama
Won't stop for the cops going on a high speed
Caught a nigga in his yard, left his face in the leaves
Gun a nigga down, we done make shit bleed
Throwin' gang signs still droppin' them B's
Learned how to count before I learned how to read
Big boy racks and it's all off weed
Keepin' it playa and pushin' them P's
Them new niggas cool but them niggas ain't me
Run down on an opp, I ain't doing no talkin'
Tell the opps catch a Lyft, don't get caught walkin'
Go pick his suit 'cause we pickin' his coffin
Gassin' him up so we come and white chalk him
Let off hunnid the last time we caught him
Ran with his gun, how I know? 'Cause we saw him
Changin' they lo's 'cause they know we been on 'em
Boog was a gunna, I hate that we lost him
Broke ass opps, niggas get on my nerves
I can have a nigga killed, I just say one word
Hit a nigga uh, leave his brains on the curb
Sixty in the Drac' and the clip got a curve
Make a nigga crash, keep shootin' when he swerve
I'on understand life, sometimes feel cursed
