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Curse On Us

 

Curse On Us

(album: Luciano's Way - 2017)


We was always hustlin go get it out the slum
Mama look what I become I been this way since I was young
I can't leave without my gun so achieve a lot and done
Speaking for so many people I can't be the only one
And they label us as murderers trappers and jackers and then burglars
So one in there with the urge to bust
Feel like the earth put a curse on us
Put a curse on us

We bustin K like Bin Laden them
Ain't go to college we been raised like the cards bend them
I pull a robbery, come back, split it with my partner them
Like bitch we gotta win, supply the drugs just re-up when you out of them
We hit the grind nigga got tired of being broke
When all I see is poverty plus the economy so low
Fuck a job I supply the junkies you find and fuck the store up
You are finished you will end up with them choppers at your throat
Mama I know you stress and pray for me
Say the streets only lead to jailhouse and a grave for me
Won't let them crackless hoe and label me
And I ain't worried bout no nigga Ma it's 'kay with me

We was always hustlin go get it out the slum
Mama look what I become I been this way since I was young
I can't leave without my gun so achieve a lot and done
Speaking for so many people I can't be the only one
And they label us as murderers trappers and jackers and then burglars
So one in there with the urge to bust
Feel like the earth put a curse on us
Put a curse on us

Gotta say your prayer fore you lay and go to sleep
This world is full of hatred we ain't safe from no police
Talk you up and then bus' in and leave your brain on the streets
Fuck what they hiding ain't let no nigga change me
I remain the same G I be on the same street
Niggas tryna frame me, the baddest I ain't even seen
Remember I was the nigga that used to wear the same jeans
I was only 13 selling crack for dirt cheap
So you wonder why we murder
And throw us in a slum with [?]
And then they locked us up for murder one
Mama why they tryna murder us
Why they hurting us

We was always hustlin go get it out the slum
Mama look what I become I been this way since I was young
I can't leave without my gun so achieve a lot and done
Speaking for so many people I can't be the only one
And they label us as murderers trappers and jackers and then burglars
So one in there with the urge to bust
Feel like the earth put a curse on us
Put a curse on us

The outpost we come in armed with a long K
I'm a start shooting if we feeling we in harm's way
Fuck a rapper this don't pay attention when they song play
Fuckers are running up bitch got no time to listen to what they gon say
We don't do no gimmicks no pretending bitch we really spin it
Soon as we into the city multiple killings out your jurisdiction
And you can't blame us for the chaos that we cause
And the only way out is the jailhouse or the coffin
You don't make it out that often
Where I grew up seems bodies never threw up
Bodies is the main topic so you gotta be a shooter
With a cover I manoeuvre in a gutter through the sewer
But look how we blew up, hallelujah

We was always hustlin go get it out the slum
Mama look what I become I been this way since I was young
I can't leave without my gun so achieve a lot and done
Speaking for so many people I can't be the only one
And they label us as murderers trappers and jackers and then burglars
So one in there with the urge to bust
Feel like the earth put a curse on us
Put a curse on us

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