ThaCurse

You know its kinda crazy Its like every person that name start with an A, they end up fucking me over Like I hate to sound superstitious but... But fuck man its like I got a curse, I got this This weight up on my shoulders its always following me around See scattered thoughts when you blow brain Kurt Cobain I guess reality got decisions And you chose yo fate I keep my head hold straight Till you hit me for just a tick You know I treat you like a queen But in light, you still a bitch So fuck the soft shit Gotta maintain that bold bravado Cuz here in a couple years you’ll wanna fuck me for some follows When I’m rich I know it be sounding like arrogance But limitations be like cages Twitter bitches use for kids So hit a lick Or fuck a bitch Or take a sip and lean back Watch that influence fuck the kids But grow a mean stack of that cheddar Fuck you if you claimin better This shit I wrote is winter cold so best have packed a sweater That pussy gold, I make it flow, I call the bitch Velveeta I got the green and got relieved, then got me out the weather If not enough, god dogs in bluffs, that glad to aim barretas We glad to eat, be dammed to let us, Ro pull the lever Happens every time you know I start to feel a type of way Then it turns out to be fade So I smoke to ease my mind But at the end of day, always followed round by the curse of A A A A AYEE All around with that A A A A AYEE Father named Arthur, and he been out of the picture Markin the start of turning my pain into figures My words into scriptures And my longing for bitches I guess when you be raised by TV then false love is the mission So I was fallin for, any girl wit a good smile What a fool Mix that cream with the soda Let me at that cat like she Doja Dip out dolo For that dollar New impala Skatin on them 22’s on you imposters Matta fact, if you want my bag We can match the smoke like a Rasta Anyone coming for my spot best believe If you be chillin at the bottom then you best mess with eve That’s the tree with the good fruit Open my mind like a guru Ask me my type, I point to you Good music no yeezus My people be grieving They hustle the streets and They Jesus believing so (I gotta send em good energy) Happens every time You know I start to feel a type of way Then it turns out to be fade So I smoke to ease my mind But at the end of day, always followed round by the curse of A A A A AYEE All around with that A A A A AYEE I find it funny You only ever really love me when you lifted, twisted Only ever hit me up when the spliff lit Fucked me last night Screaming fuck me in the morning Don’t wanna take a life with this 45 that I’m holdin Since the dawn of 99 Momma told me I was chosen But that pussy got my mind Behind the wheel and fuckin stole it Now I’m headed off the track Don’t know where the fuck I’m going Yah I’ll eat the fuckin pussy but it’s very fuckin potent Baby why you gotta fuck with me Girl I told you leave my ass alone I catch you on my screen I’m just tryna smoke and count my green But you knocked this young king off the thrown and brought him to his knees That’s the power of the pussy Niggas dying for the pussy Maybe one day teach my daughter niggas lying for the pussy Man I’m already at the bottom No need for you to push me Man she put it face and told me eat that fuckin cookie DONE (OOS Shit)