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hermes blanket - kur lyrics

[intro]
(hundo)
relly relly, he got this sh*t, yeah
young gwan, hajeem 7*9
know what it is
7*9
brodie died (come on, yeah)

[verse]
brodie died and i couldn’t even thank him (yeah)
all them times i went through was painful
i loss al, i loss reem, i got angels (come on)
when you get to this point, they try to bait you
d*mn near k!lling myself tryna save you (d*mn)
when you willing to help they still hate you (yeah, yeah)
my mom told me don’t let this sh*t break you
most these n*ggas gone say that they made you (yeah)
yesterday i gave my pop thirty*fivе hundred, he gave mе a hug, he was thankful
get the money and don’t let it change you (mean that)
you move funny, i don’t even hate you (ahh)
chilling with coon and mel, the casamigos, man, they telling me “drink it “(i’m on)
she keep on calling my cell, we just exchanged numbers, i feel like she anxious (yeah)
it got cold in the crib, had hermes the blanket, ooh, i feel like i made it (yeah)
this a amg wheel and it’s sp*cious
i was deep in the field tryna make it (okay)
relly relly, he got this sh*t crankin’ (let’s go)
at the telly, watch belly, she naked
i been peeping that n*ggas on fake sh*t (let’s go)
i been peeping a lot but don’t say sh*t (ooh)
had to wait all them years ’til it made sense (d*mn)
on the block with my peers on a grave shift (ahh)
came a long way, i used to wear k swiss (hold on)
in my b27s goin’ ape sh*t
up the way on a bike wearin’ bape sh*t (d*mn)
donnie sent me a kite said you doing great sh*t
already knew you would make it
ain’t no buying, they robbin’, they take sh*t
tell me what you would do if they take?
keep a tool but that don’t mean you straight
n*ggas die with they tool, it’s too late
she like “what’s that you blew?” it’s a vape
i was tryna move my mom out of state
but she don’t wanna leave, rather stay
i was writing them raps ’til it ache
and i’m always gon’ rock for lil dre
i smell good it’s dior what i sprayed
in the hood on the four, i was raised
had to cement the four on my jays
i don’t speak to them wh0res once i slayed
all the sh*t i endure, i’m amazed
play with fire, get burnt, i got caught in the flames
and i had to sort out some things
ain’t important, them n*ggas is lame
i told her don’t record when we hang
i was hurt, i was pouring out pain
you get marked, you get tore out the frame
ain’t gon’ let n*ggas score on the gang
passport, it got stamped
i just boarded a plane
aruba, i landed and ordered some wings
a trooper, i came from the mud, ain’t complain
these shooters be—, come on now
these shooters be shootin’ but don’t got no aim
i go and i spit in the booth and it’s flames
i hit what’s*her*name but i won’t say her name
i’m not with the games, cut you off if you playing
i use to take hikes
either walk it or train (eww)
i came from a bike, i pulled off in a range
it’s all out of spite when these b*tches come hang
she told me her n*gga f*cked up, i’m like “d*mn” (d*mn)
she telling me that i lucked up i’m like—

[outro]
naw, i ain’t luck up on sh*t, b*tch
it’s young 7*9
i’m the catch
vernon ’til i die
let me hear that from the top, sam?

- kur lyrics

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