Cursed
• Written by YoungSwagz
You know what,Bitch?
Young and dumb as hell, businesses I'm running well
Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from
And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket
Cause I ain't know for who or what the fuck to get
Under pressure I don't sweat like my pores shut
Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit
Love Lockdown like I am some sort of faggot
Fuck Wolf Gang, fuck what? Here let's take a trip
Rapping roulette, this life is a drug
I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what
But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch
blubber and shit in the cupboard and shit
Jazz talkin, I bet I pick and roll with your bitch
On the sizzle, P90Kill yourself like you're in college
Streets is calling square niggas leave a message
Don't mess with the hood niggas, nor their hood niggas.
Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good
Look dog, don't be asking for Dame, see
I'm screaming ,Mayback!" til I'm rich
I’m in the air bitch, diamonds clear bitch
Talkin' thatHip-hop shit, don't get shot bitch
I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch
Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns
We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons
Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips
Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch
Either dumb or smokin' dippers or something
Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split
Called life, happiness, liberty, freedom
No FX, in these doper than sess sessions son
Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain
I can make immortal feel pain
Organs bleedin/Visions clear of normal freedom
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YoungSwagz
Member since March 5 2016