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Curry Freestyle
by Frandie
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H.O.M.S
Fran-D-I-E
Yeah
Nother 365 around, gotta lounge
Outta town, hit my shorty in the city
Let her know when I touchdown
Mami pulled up with a pound, of that loud
Now we out
Yeah these days she got a man
But she forget when I'm around
She know even in a hurry I'm like Curry
I don't miss
Plus the flow is spicy I see
Why they wanna rap like this
I remember schemin' dreamin'
When I had one pair of kicks
Now the timepiece nice and icy
Getting frostbite on my wrist
Yo me paso I'll admit
Sometimes I write shit so sick
That I gotta take a step back
I surprise myself with it
On top of that I got the presence
Like I came here bearing gifts
They say you ain't gotta go that hard
But really I insist
Every day I been
Grinding and grinding I'm running on auto
But it's all good it'll pay off tomorrow
I see the future like Walter Mercado
Mucho amor pa' la gente a mi lado
Lo bueno hay que celebrarlo
Rollin' a blunt and we poppin a bottle
Bringing her friend she look like a model
Who I want first, tomato tomato
Don't make a difference to me
Soon as we finished I gotta go work
She said that me dippin' is mean
I tell her I'm busy, she think I'm a jerk
But you were just loving the purse
The shoes, the food, the flights, the perks
And how could I be number one
Or make number ones if I keep on putting you first?
It's not gonna work
This shit a blessing a curse yo
But I been tryna be grateful
So this one goes out to the homies
Who traded their crown for a halo
Shout everyone in my circle
Fuck anybody who hate tho
They better lay low
I got the say so
Get out my way bro
Tryna be me but they bad at it
I don't break easy like a bad habit
Had to chill tho, took a crack at it
Now I'm back at it, like a crack addict
Serving them dope like I'm baggin it up
Talk all that shit and I'm backin it up
I give a fuck 'bout a label or seat at the table
'Cuz honestly that's not enough
H.O.M.S. to the death
I'm the one signing the checks
They know full well I'm the best
Why would you fuck with the rest
Never forget what your worth is
And don't let em play you, don't settle for less
And cheers to many more years of this thing we call life
Everybody stay blessed
Peace
H.O.M.S
Fran-D-I-E
Yeah
Nother 365 around, gotta lounge
Outta town, hit my shorty in the city
Let her know when I touchdown
Mami pulled up with a pound, of that loud
Now we out
Yeah these days she got a man
But she forget when I'm around
She know even in a hurry I'm like Curry
I don't miss
Plus the flow is spicy I see
Why they wanna rap like this
I remember schemin' dreamin'
When I had one pair of kicks
Now the timepiece nice and icy
Getting frostbite on my wrist
Yo me paso I'll admit
Sometimes I write shit so sick
That I gotta take a step back
I surprise myself with it
On top of that I got the presence
Like I came here bearing gifts
They say you ain't gotta go that hard
But really I insist
Every day I been
Grinding and grinding I'm running on auto
But it's all good it'll pay off tomorrow
I see the future like Walter Mercado
Mucho amor pa' la gente a mi lado
Lo bueno hay que celebrarlo
Rollin' a blunt and we poppin a bottle
Bringing her friend she look like a model
Who I want first, tomato tomato
Don't make a difference to me
Soon as we finished I gotta go work
She said that me dippin' is mean
I tell her I'm busy, she think I'm a jerk
But you were just loving the purse
The shoes, the food, the flights, the perks
And how could I be number one
Or make number ones if I keep on putting you first?
It's not gonna work
This shit a blessing a curse yo
But I been tryna be grateful
So this one goes out to the homies
Who traded their crown for a halo
Shout everyone in my circle
Fuck anybody who hate tho
They better lay low
I got the say so
Get out my way bro
Tryna be me but they bad at it
I don't break easy like a bad habit
Had to chill tho, took a crack at it
Now I'm back at it, like a crack addict
Serving them dope like I'm baggin it up
Talk all that shit and I'm backin it up
I give a fuck 'bout a label or seat at the table
'Cuz honestly that's not enough
H.O.M.S. to the death
I'm the one signing the checks
They know full well I'm the best
Why would you fuck with the rest
Never forget what your worth is
And don't let em play you, don't settle for less
And cheers to many more years of this thing we call life
Everybody stay blessed
Peace
