Hurt
Smile up on my face
But yeah im hurt
Came up man i came up
Out the dirt
Demons on me
Man i need some church
Dont come round these ends
Boy you'll get searched
Yeah you'll get searched
No it ain't safe
In the dance
Look so calm
But im burse
Flow so cold
Flow so ill
Need a nurse
Not by chance
That im up
Blessed no curse
Got no qualms
Got my charm
And it works
I get hella high
Got dreams that money
Cannot buy
Swear on my life
Wont wife that girl
Unless she nice
Unless she nice
Im rolling rolling
Like a dice
Yeah like a dice
Diamonds drippin
Yeah thats ice
European drip
Like virgil
I step im clean
Like persil
Weed in my cup
No purple
Got a baddie in the back
Like skirtel
Scottie 2 hottie
In my lungs
I got biscotti
Oh that's your girl
She a hottie
Your pockets lil
Like yachty
Shmurda the beat
Like im bobby
Had to grind
Had to get that wealth
Know some niggas that'll
Rock your shit
For a gucci belt
Had to find
Had to find myself
Know my come up
Kinda crazy like a rollercoaster
Stealth
Searching for some meaning
But i cant seem to find it
Home is where the hurt is
And i aint even lying
Touch a beat i murk it
And i aint even trying
You dont live that life
You rap, you cap boy
You be lying
But yeah im hurt
Came up man i came up
Out the dirt
Demons on me
Man i need some church
Dont come round these ends
Boy you'll get searched
Yeah you'll get searched
No it ain't safe
In the dance
Look so calm
But im burse
Flow so cold
Flow so ill
Need a nurse
Not by chance
That im up
Blessed no curse
Got no qualms
Got my charm
And it works
I get hella high
Got dreams that money
Cannot buy
Swear on my life
Wont wife that girl
Unless she nice
Unless she nice
Im rolling rolling
Like a dice
Yeah like a dice
Diamonds drippin
Yeah thats ice
European drip
Like virgil
I step im clean
Like persil
Weed in my cup
No purple
Got a baddie in the back
Like skirtel
Scottie 2 hottie
In my lungs
I got biscotti
Oh that's your girl
She a hottie
Your pockets lil
Like yachty
Shmurda the beat
Like im bobby
Had to grind
Had to get that wealth
Know some niggas that'll
Rock your shit
For a gucci belt
Had to find
Had to find myself
Know my come up
Kinda crazy like a rollercoaster
Stealth
Searching for some meaning
But i cant seem to find it
Home is where the hurt is
And i aint even lying
Touch a beat i murk it
And i aint even trying
You dont live that life
You rap, you cap boy
You be lying
Credits
Writer(s): Kekoto Omar Fatti, Cieran Amoah
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