Текст пісні Cursed - Louie Ray, Rio Da Yung OG

Cursed

I’m cursed and only can talk about it when I’m hurt\nI’m turnt, I used to not have a dollar on me first\nGot murdered for thinkin' we wouldn’t put him in the dirt\nI’m talkin' to the streets, but makin' 'em worse\nI’m cursed and only can talk about it when I’m hurt\nI’m turnt, I used to not have a dollar on me first\nGot murdered for thinkin' we wouldn’t put him in the dirt\nI’m talkin' to the streets, but makin' 'em worse\nI’m cursed and only can talk about it when I’m hurt\nI’m turnt, I used to not have a dollar on me first\nGot murdered for thinkin' we wouldn’t put him in the dirt\nI’m talkin' to the streets, but makin' 'em worse\nI’m cursed and only can talk about it when I’m hurt\nI’m turnt, I used to not have a dollar on me first\nGot murdered for thinkin' we wouldn’t put him in the dirt\nI’m talkin' to the streets, but makin' 'em worse\nI’m worth way more pape' then you could put on me, dog\nWe extreme with drinkin' lean, we got to tootin' it, dog\nCan you bring it back to life when it lose and it fall?\nSoon as quarantine done, watch what I do in the mall\nI done made a lot of opps, might have to shoot in the mall\nGet everybody a lil' somethin', 'cause I do it for y’all\nKnow I love you niggas to death, but I can’t lose it for y’all\nI’m drivin' too fuckin' fast, I ain’t cruisin' at all\nIf you thought I was washed up, look how I’m provin' you wrong\nLookin' back at what I was on like I was doin' you wrong\nJust sold an E, I’m tryna get to seven thousand a four\nFrom here on out, I’m only takin' seven thousand a show\nYou ever see me buyin' soft, just know I’m cookin' it, though\nOkay, we see you with some chicken, what you cook with it, though?\nEyes locked on the stove, but I can cook with 'em closed\nI can talk and text, but I ain’t good with a phone\nI’m cursed and only can talk about it when I’m hurt\nI’m turnt, I used to not have a dollar on me first\nGot murdered for thinkin' we wouldn’t put him in the dirt\nI’m talkin' to the streets, but makin' 'em worse\nI’m cursed and only can talk about it when I’m hurt\nI’m turnt, I used to not have a dollar on me first\nGot murdered for thinkin' we wouldn’t put him in the dirt\nI’m talkin' to the streets, but makin' 'em worse\nLast year, I fell off, I was makin' it work\nThat nigga tried some bullshit, now his face on a shirt\nYou ain’t gotta front me shit, I’ll pay for the work\nWe only found one pill, so we breakin' a Perc'\nDopehead, when I’m sleep, I be tastin' the purp\nBrodie in the kitchen now, he scrapin' and skrrtin'\nWe ridin' 'round sellin' dope out the latest Suburban\nI was fucked up for real, but the tables done turned\nI told Louie, «You my bro, if I got it, you got it»\nThis the best high right now, I’m slobbin' and noddin'\nAin’t nobody takin' shit, I was robbin' the robbers\nfor real,\nI got a gun in my back pocket that’s droppin' a copper\nIf I can’t find no Perc 10s, I’m poppin' just Roxy\nJump out a 'Rari in Versace with a whole damn box of Biscotti\nI ain’t buy this gun for show, boy, I’m droppin' somebody\nI’m cursed and only can talk about it when I’m hurt\nI’m turnt, I used to not have a dollar on me first\nGot murdered for thinkin' we wouldn’t put him in the dirt\nI’m talkin' to the streets, but makin' 'em worse\nI’m cursed and only can talk about it when I’m hurt\nI’m turnt, I used to not have a dollar on me first\nGot murdered for thinkin' we wouldn’t put him in the dirt\nI’m talkin' to the streets, but makin' 'em worse\n(Southside shit)