Designer Curse

Ima ride for my day ones
Before we go broke we gone take some
All these bitches basic I can't chase nun
I was in the trenches trying make sumn
I never knew that this day ah come
I'll put my niggas on a shirt
Speak on them you can get hurt
Sign to the streets
Got me feeling like Durk

Y'all just trying be cool
That's why y'all popping percs
I put drugs in my body cuz I'm really hurt
If you ain't never lost yo nigga
You won't feel this verse
And when you lose a brother
It just make it worse
But ima put on for my niggas
Like I put on ah shirt
I know ah nigga blessed and ion go to church
All these bitches wanna be strippers
I just want a nurse
If she keep it real
She get designer purse
Trying put my niggas on the hills
Like Tyreek 10
I'm that nigga now
I was the nigga then
Baby I be high
I can't comprehend
For my dead friends
I just want revenge
Heard its smoke in the air
Leave it in the wind
If nobody don't get hit
You gotta spin again
I hope god forgive me
But ima sin again
Took so many Ls
I just wanna win

If it ain't bout no money ion understand
Ion need friends I need rubber bands
If he don't wanna see you eat
Then that ain't your mans
Had hoop dreams
But took another plan
I be so high ion wanna land
I be so fly ion wanna dance
Ride around with drums and sticks
Like ah marching band
Ah nigga get outta line we'll off yo
Mans
Rocking Burberry from London
Watch me turn nothing Into something
Now she trying kick it like ah punter
Like young thug
I still be with gunnas
Still lurking trying put ah nigga under
Dirty money
Got this shit up out the gutta
Them my niggas but I treat them like my brother
We all trapping we all got the same struggle
In the trenches
Get that pack and make it double
Ion really think these niggas on my level
All this drip when I walk I leave ah puddle
I be busy ion really got time to cuddle
Catching all these plays
Don't need to huddle
Movin all this weight
Ain't gain ah muscle
Trying stuff ah hunnid racks in a duffle



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