CURSED (feat. Kirk Knight & Vita)

(Whoa) You know that sound? Haha Clase Azul for when we feelin' blue (whoa) We celebrate with '42 This is Gothic Luxury The eyes always rojo, we ain't trippin' off no hoe You feel me? Haha Meechy Dark, but we keep it light (whoa) We just let the vibes flow, we don't force 'em Matter of fact, only time we force 'em is when we rockin' the all whites We call 'em uptowns where we from, you know I'm sayin'? Revenge is bittersweet It's like a thick shorty with bad teeth, but you still gon' take it down (whoa) Ayo, it's Meechy Dark Like I said, it's Gothic Luxury, my name is Rell Knoxx And I'ma intro you to this, to this luxurious production We here, what you saying Meech? Let's get it Vengeance is in the path to glory, but revenge feel better Than being the only man in an orgy, with 50 bitches Last week I got my palm read from a gypsy, she said I got a dark past And "Karma's only inches away from where you're sittin'" Pulled my arm away and said, "Bitch, you better tell me different" She said that, "You deserve what you're gettin'" I paid her in counterfeit money, hopped in the car and revved out my engine Fuck it, rather die a feared nigga than a scared nigga Yeah, nigga, I said, "Yeah, nigga," ironically, this year, nigga My vision far from impaired nigga, it ain't clear, nigga Who sent you here nigga? Shots in your head, nigga Army guns with the hair-triggers, brand new lungs, I smoke different Burn money, crack jokes at broke niggas (pow, pow) Since life's a joke, I smoke niggas Twisted logic, twisted chronic Higher than Beyoncé budget, I'm just fuckin' honest I'd rather die on the streets than die from police Rather die with my pride than die on my knees Like a bitch, like a whore, like a slut Like a skeez, like a flea, like a cat Like a mutt, take these, matter fact, take that Switch gears, same speed Bad bitch has got a ego, gotta learn how to feed hers Might just be some fees, uh Baddie from Indonesia fuck me for a Visa Still can't tell if she wanna be here Or be here, but fuck it, nigga, we here My voice is an instrument, nigga, I don't need snare Or bass and the treble Come fuck with the devil if you prepared It ain't sinnin' if you winnin', I believe that Life's a trip, I'm just chillin' with my seat back Vroom, vroom, middle finger as I speed past Eyes wide open 'til I see a hundred mil' If I listened to you niggas, I wouldn't be here I'm just prayin' I can get the mansions on the hills I'm just prayin' I can get my girl the latest heels Curses (curses), they put curses on me (curses on me) They put curses, but it ain't workin' on me, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Curse me, curse me, curse me, curse me, ooh, Lord They tryna curse me Why you wanna break me down? (Why they wanna break me?) Why they wanna break me down? (Why they wanna break me?) Why they wanna break me down? Curse me, curse me, curse me, curse me, ooh, Lord They tryna curse me Still tryna break me (still tryna break me) Why you wanna break me down (why you wanna break me) (Down) Shout out to all the hating niggas watching face That just makes the ladies love us more (haha) This a celebration, we got so much '42 You would think it's Times Square train station Ayo, my life's a movie, but you'd never be able to play me Now I just want you to remember that, forever and always Not with a script, not with a crew Not with a cam, not with a booth