Curfew
Straight out the womb
I was born spitting
Wanted to put y'all in the tomb
And I'm not kidding
Bitch I feel like doctor doom
Tryna make a killing
Call it MF, and if we talking MF
Then bitch call it Hussain
Cos I paint a picture every time I pick up
My pen
And I don't even write, shit
I start spitting, hand on the mic bitch uh
You all talk sweet about your kalams
I guess I'm way too brash like Brendan McCullum
And I don't cry over spilt ink I'm sorry spilt milk
Were not cut from the same cloth not the same ilk
It's the small things, in your armour I see small chinks
She got my picture on her wall like ryan gosling They say
Birds of the same feather flock together
I be walking alone only one king in this ghetto
They say heavy is the head that wears the crown and
I've been getting migraines since I was around 10
Used to sleep alone but shit now I'm surrounded
By bad bitches and we making a fountain
Of youth
Is that what you deadbeats do all day, just talk about cooze?
And booze, and what songs gotten how many views, damn
You cant put a mark on me no beginnings or ends
Rappers sticking together like it's an old boy band
I keep it realer than ever you know where I stand, bitch
Daddy's gonna hurt you
Better stay in your room, curfew
Mujhe nahi chahiye purview
Mujhe Jana padha Ghar kyun?
Daddy's gonna hurt you
Better stay in your room, curfew
Mujhe nahi chahiye purview
Mujhe Jana padha Ghar kyun?
Uh, I put the us in pussy
You, yeah, you got on fake stussy
Yeh hai haram ka paisa
Bitch this is blood money
I be rolling in her hands
Bas ab base yahi
Bitch this who I am
Yeh koi bhes nahi
And you know I'm a legend
Like a babe, Busby
You be rolling on the floor
Your shit was laced, tabhi
She be giving me those eyes
Like oh, does he?
You know l take my time
Koi haste nahi
Champion on my waistband
But voh fake nahi
Eyes wide when she pull it
Like she bugs Bunny
Got her documenting this dick
Like a case, study
Daddy's gonna hurt you
Better stay in your room, curfew
Mujhe nahi chahiye purview
Mujhe Jana padha Ghar kyun?
Daddy's gonna hurt you
Better stay in your room, curfew
Mujhe nahi chahiye purview
Mujhe Jana padha Ghar kyun?
I was born spitting
Wanted to put y'all in the tomb
And I'm not kidding
Bitch I feel like doctor doom
Tryna make a killing
Call it MF, and if we talking MF
Then bitch call it Hussain
Cos I paint a picture every time I pick up
My pen
And I don't even write, shit
I start spitting, hand on the mic bitch uh
You all talk sweet about your kalams
I guess I'm way too brash like Brendan McCullum
And I don't cry over spilt ink I'm sorry spilt milk
Were not cut from the same cloth not the same ilk
It's the small things, in your armour I see small chinks
She got my picture on her wall like ryan gosling They say
Birds of the same feather flock together
I be walking alone only one king in this ghetto
They say heavy is the head that wears the crown and
I've been getting migraines since I was around 10
Used to sleep alone but shit now I'm surrounded
By bad bitches and we making a fountain
Of youth
Is that what you deadbeats do all day, just talk about cooze?
And booze, and what songs gotten how many views, damn
You cant put a mark on me no beginnings or ends
Rappers sticking together like it's an old boy band
I keep it realer than ever you know where I stand, bitch
Daddy's gonna hurt you
Better stay in your room, curfew
Mujhe nahi chahiye purview
Mujhe Jana padha Ghar kyun?
Daddy's gonna hurt you
Better stay in your room, curfew
Mujhe nahi chahiye purview
Mujhe Jana padha Ghar kyun?
Uh, I put the us in pussy
You, yeah, you got on fake stussy
Yeh hai haram ka paisa
Bitch this is blood money
I be rolling in her hands
Bas ab base yahi
Bitch this who I am
Yeh koi bhes nahi
And you know I'm a legend
Like a babe, Busby
You be rolling on the floor
Your shit was laced, tabhi
She be giving me those eyes
Like oh, does he?
You know l take my time
Koi haste nahi
Champion on my waistband
But voh fake nahi
Eyes wide when she pull it
Like she bugs Bunny
Got her documenting this dick
Like a case, study
Daddy's gonna hurt you
Better stay in your room, curfew
Mujhe nahi chahiye purview
Mujhe Jana padha Ghar kyun?
Daddy's gonna hurt you
Better stay in your room, curfew
Mujhe nahi chahiye purview
Mujhe Jana padha Ghar kyun?
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Writer(s): Sahil Joshi, Sanchay Wadhwa
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