TwonDon
TwonDon - Gift & Curse songtekst
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My niggas rise the [?] Homicide Known in time that we grind Just to double our dollar signs Better believe it, no niggas who play the corner Way better than revers Praying to Jesus with Jesus pieces on top they fleeces They live in peace that these presents they got they name on them Never gave a fuck 'cause what they spray Gonna lift that chain off them Proceed with caution, I'm strategizing, know niggas with iron They want a piece of mine, well a piece of mind I'm still finding No lying, mama's crying, cold niggas run at night With a pair of dice, hoping that this shit show us paradise Over pair of nice, Legs to bads I walk through the streets ‘Cause all white Cortez sneaks keep my sight from complete You got me, move where the sunny, get chubby That's been my main goal But lit cigars and cars, all of my chains go I paint the picture for niggas who couldn't see my vision I'm baskin' out on these verses With this curse I was given, nigga Yes I wanna talk about Twondon Niggas ain't ready for us man It's upperclass man, we're coming through We're doing this shit long term man Stand on our grind, staying prayed up Free all my niggas till they come out man Now niggas know what it is man We just wanna get this bread Stay shining, feed the fam, man We was just like y'all, man Why the fuck y'all niggas hating on us, man Niggas got the game fucked up Being broke consistently just building my misery Stack centuries, until my pockets banking like killer be, shit Causing rockets for duckets, sleeping with empty stomachs Got my mind embedded for letters To cut lexes and homus Benzes and bracelets, I'm giving my Jesus pieces face lifts Like Kardashians, niggas will call me dashin' in And I'm crashing it while bump in omatic Hoping I'm just this classic Pops he left me a basset Bad habits left mama damage But still I manage to manage To be my mama's bandage I paint my canvas for my west it's been niggas and bandits Waving tats for respect bringing static with automatics I got different motives to drive motives, weaving through traffic We're living lavish, these bitches cherishing your presence Satisfying your fetish And gs is dough, that shit is epic They're showing textes Paint pictures if you can't see my vision I'm war haul on this shit with this gift that I was given, nigga Yeah nigga, this what we do right here Eat, shit, sleep and hustle my nigga We stay on our grind b All we do it for the more ass sippers The strippers and the drug dealers, nigga Come on man, real recognize real nigga We stay in our lane, you stay in yours, b You get your paper, we get ours, man Y'all niggas know what the fuck it is man Come on b, I ain't even playing with y'all niggas no more Poverty stricking, got Christ in sin and I'm stacking millions For skyscrapers buildings, maybach curtains with glass ceilings Don't know the feeling, trying to exhale when you living through hell So niggas sell to leave a theme, he's frozen like veil for real To living lavish in Paris, I'm focused on this cabit Tell them coping homes out in Rome and our mind we seize Italian I'm styiling Bringing a rack from jerse up take a bet To mo ties, a bowties, I'm on these niggas neck Get checked, like Nike movements I do it I cut my wrist to hear the melody My soul in this music for real Hang out in trenches smoke budha till I'm senseless Politic by riches, good commas, and help us dodge a sentence No need for presents and intentions Get rich or shit that's written From project building to castles millions, feel what I'm painting Write how they feeling, paint pictures if you can't see my vision I'm Picasso, this gift and a curse that I was given, nigga Oh man, y'all niggas should know what it is now, b We kicking down doors when we come through, nigga We ain't knocking, we ain't ringing door bells, nigga We ain't even hopping the windows We kicking down doors nigga Upperclass crew nigga, Twondon, Native Joe, Freak Dollar Sign Don, Supreme K Will nigga And yours truly, Mouth Buggy, we out!