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curse - screwly g lyrics

i go through the most
i think i wanna be alone
from the m but we move with them k’s
bronem had clapped him and p*ssed on his grave
fresh on the regular we clean everyday
ain’t show me how so i made me a way
they don’t know how it feel so ain’t sh*t you could say
neighbor hood hero im saving the day
down on my d*ck i had hated that stage
facing the opps no running away
i’m on the block with my gang and my glizzy
switch too fast i done shot a whole 50
you ain’t slide for the guys don’t act tough with me
if heaven had phones tell boog come get me
still in the city tell a n*gga get with me
popped his mans i know they sh*tty
spot em we got em lil bro gone get him
got the fye in the mall n*gga know i ain’t slipping
2 xans back to back bro tell me i’m tripping
fien for the lean codiene im sipping
can’t think straight my mind so twisted
blood on his feet only time he grinning
used to us losing they hate when we winning
thought you was solid till you showed me different
you broke our bond so i don’t wanna fix it
all of them shootouts we had got my mama evicted
spin on the opps leaving blood through the trenches
took a break on the percs cause the pain wasn’t healing
is you round for to stay or a temporary feeling
blood everywhere cause it was real deal business
shots let off but them bullets ain’t hit us
told mama im sorry she heard i been drilling
fresh off a drill so right now im just chilling
it’s on me and in me i can’t let em k!ll me
real n*ggas relate so i know they gon feel me
i thought it was love it was l*st she tricked me
the way i been living is dangerous and risky
prolly f*ck on a b*tch i ain’t giving no hickey
that ain’t my d*ck that’s my bl!ck in my d*ckies
face me a n*gga in public he timid
bend out of foreigns come through in a bentley
feel like i’m 50 i’m hated by many
fully my glock i got tired of the semi
big body truck and it came with a hemi
can’t keep it real then i don’t want you near me
cross back to back i ain’t trusting you
you will never love me like my daddy do
tell me you sorry then do it again that sh*t just make me not f*ck with you
tryna catch a k!ll but the money keep calling
tryna find peace but the reaper keep stalking
went and got it back anytime i lost it
cold blooded gunna still need me some coffins
say it’s gonna shine but i still see thunder
if i went broke now would you stay i wonder
cemetery gang yea we put sh*t under
bulletproof truck ride around like obama
won’t stop for the cops going on a high speed
caught a n*gga in the park left his face in the leaves
gun a n*gga down gonna make sh*t bleed
throwing gang signs still dropping them b’s
i learned how to count before i learned how to read
big boy racks and it’s all off weed
keeping it playa and pushing the peace
them new n*ggas cool but them n*ggas ain’t me
run down on a opp i ain’t doing no talking
tell the opps catch a lyft don’t get caught walking
go pick his suit cause we picking his coffin
gassing him up so we come and white chalk him
let off 100 the last time we caught him
ran with his gun how i know cause we saw him
changing they lo’s cause they know we been on em
boog was a gunna i hate that we lost him
broke ass opp n*ggas get on my nerves
i can have a n*gga k!lled i just say one word
hit a n*gga uh leave his brains on the curb
60 in the drac and the clip got a curve
make a n*gga crash keep shooting when he swerve
ion understand life sometimes feel cursed

- screwly g lyrics

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