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lirik lagu kur freestyles on flex | freestyle #022 – kur

[verse 1]
i done been in cars that was shot up, i’m a survivor
i done stood on corners for hours, ain’t make a dollar
filled out so many apps, never got hired
used to write so many raps, i felt inspired
by jadakiss, state prop, major figs
while n*ggas balled, i sat and watched, i played the bench
was runnin’ sprints, cops came, i jumped the fence
i was young as sh*t, mom talkin’ ’bout punishment
man that sucka sh*t
told my ass, “stay in the house” and i said, “f*ck that sh*t”
told me not too hand with them guys and i still hung with them
told me keep my head in the books, was on some other sh*t
was tryin’ double sh*t
f*ck the money and the fame, this that struggle sh*t
this for all my young n*ggas out there hustlin’
learn how to tuck your sh*t
learn how to bust that sh*t, man i come from sh*t
i’d rather get my ass whooped, i never run from sh*t
if i could have one wish, i’d call reem and tell him all about this
all about my b*tch, all about my trips
and them designer sneaks we talked about, i copped them sh*ts
‘member that b*tch we used to stalk? oh yeah, i f*cked that b*tch
this that cutthroat sh*t, this that up*top sh*t
this that world do no talking we gon’ bust glocks quick
we gon’ bust glocks quick, yeah
i’m findin’ happiness within
i pray a lot more, just askin’ god for strength
whatever’s meant is meant, i take it on the chin
through thick and thin, been with coop since pickering
back when n*ggas was rockin’ s.dot scullies that had the brim
state prop coat, timbs, we young as sh*t
neighbors used to look at us live we ain’t sh*t
i think that’s probably the reason i’m numb as sh*t
reason i’m poppin’ perc after perc, can’t even sh*t
i came straight outta dirt, outta the pit
hungry as sh*t after school, we stealin’ chips
on picture day jeff let me borrow his sh*t, let me borrow his kicks
sh*t i wore like a seven, that n*gga wore like a six, i still got it to fit
sh*t i been through the worst, still poppin’ sh*t, yeah
i go off, i show off, i sold weed, i sold juugs
i sold pills, sold it all, i had packs, [?]
i go off, times was hard, moms struggled, had no job
sold me dreams, told me lies, [?], all that time
almost cried, almost died, in the gutter, i survive
in that barrel, yeah i climb to the top, yeah i rise
make mistakes, i can’t lie, no game, i can’t lie
my pain, i can’t lie, sh*t i change, i can’t lie
[verse 2]
can i get that acapella, please?
all this sh*t take time
i know it’s gonna be less sunny days and more gray skies
always tell my grandma i’ma make time, and never make time
feel like n0body could every replace don, that’s my f*ckin’ dawg
and when he got them years i cried so f*ckin’ hard
me and him was in the [?], used to stunt so hard
i done lost friends i really f*cked with over f*ck sh*t, over dumb sh*t
you get success, they get upset, want down talk ’cause you up next
they get cutthroat when you don’t cut checks
sh*t i been through enough stress
sh*t i been through the worst sh*t
n*gga i done sold the worst sh*t
plastic bag full of dirt sticks
used to feel like i ain’t worth sh*t
every night poppin’ perc tins
my n*gga phil was on his serve sh*t
mattress on the floor
n*ggas usin’ matches lighting ports
n*ggas sold crack, ain’t have a choice
either had a court date or run the court
twenty n*ggas outside the corner store
sixteen, i was broke ’cause times was hard
used to stuff that kush inside them drawers
all this sh*t is for my n*ggas, i’m tryin’ your heart
late night, stressed out, i’m buyin’ bars
work my ass off till i get tired dawg
till my n*ggas pull up all kind of cars
till my n*gga dot f*ck all kind of broads
reem died, i done got all kind of scars

- kur

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