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opening credits - curtis coke lyrics

[intro]
cause we was young son. i ain’t even gon hold you. when i was a kid and i seen you i was like “d*mn son”. and i know, i don’t know… i think we about the same age. and i was like “yo this young n*gga is really eatin!”. and the sh*t that f*ck me up with it though pa
is like, this n*gga littler than a b*tch f*ckin with these goons (laughing) i was like “yo this n*gga heart must be big as a b*tch
he got b*lls thats like king kong around this m*th*f*cka”

[verse i: curtis coke]
im watchin out for
passive aggressive
cats that’ll yes man you
you ask any questions

in agreeance, but steaming
yet they mask their rejections
soon they’ll team with your demons
face to match their reflеctions

now their coming for your stash
with their mask and their wеapons
i don’t bargain with terrorists
i blast in a second

i invite to enlighten you
my madness of methods
pain spitter caine flipper
my past is respected
so check it
we collectively built this from the ground up
on the same corner
i sold my first baggy of cooked powder
windows looked out of

by mama face full of shame
she praying the crook out us
knowing the strain of the streets
and innocence it took out us

my college friends around books
the rest was getting booked round us
open air market
we sell uppers and downers

where they up and their rounds slung
to quiet loud mouths
hearts startled how loud the sound was
thats big hospital gown love
foreal

[interlude]
i was like “yo my n*gga running around here is pitching his ass off”. but that’s what i’m saying. it’s the same sh*t you did with that, and you put your heart in that, and i’m telling you man.. right now is a good time to get back to the game man. we need you back man. you tell both of your stories. both of your stories. you got a story. they gonna love you man. people want to hear that story. got to put it in the music. put that sh.. put your pain in the music. f*ck it

[verse ii: curtis coke]
i just cut off the light switch
the darkness where i feel most comfortable
jot vivid pen strokes
no notes arguable
no minimal i scribble past
lines thats marginal
to get us through
crimes committed
true but mines honorable

yet jail time they give us
never fits its horrible
our story deeper
than any tricks p*ssy or article

so i spits
my real life’s documents in audio
my chest stretch
no halls peppermints or cardio

our death threats
is daily when delivering particles
that get you money
in front of any man thats starving view

my father knew
tried to tell me he saw my involvement grew
problems lay ahead you son
soon they won’t be as soluble
hard headed thats all i knew
my concern
work don’t burn
hard stretching from one to two
a hustler did what hustlers do

make paper
the dice games scr*pe ya
i shookem hard and blew
baby boy need shoes
and my daughter too
lets get it

- curtis coke lyrics

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