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Cursed
Hip-Hop/Rap
Cursed was released on February 24, 2026 by L0wK3y Ent as a part of the album Overdue 2
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Release DateFebruary 24, 2026
LabelL0wK3y Ent
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM133

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Von Skee
Von Skee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Javon Armstead
Javon Armstead
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
D L0wk3y
D L0wk3y
Producer

Lyrics

I know that I’m Blessed
But sometimes I Feel Cursed
I barely Vent , put My Pain in a Verse
Pray Everyday but Don’t Step in No Church
I done Seen too many Ride in a Hearse
Scars from the Pain , I swear this Shit Hurt
Cry on the Inside , No Tears Fallin
Wish you Was Here , I Could Still Call You
Rollin Some More Dope , Bottle’s Still Poppin
Tell Me I Preach , when I Start Talkin
Posted on Blocks , we was Still Walkin
Now we Got Whips & We Takin Trips
But you ain’t Here for this Shit
Got me jus Lookin at Pics
& I’m gettin Pissed , cuz it ain’t the Same
Too Many to Name
Jus Memory Lane
It Caused Me to Change
I Don’t Trust a Thang
I keep Me a Thang
I’m Bustin ya Brain If ya Try Me
Glock got a Twin , Call it Siamese
When I’m Dolo , My Angels beside Me
Hate sayin ya Name wit RIP
You da One Gone , but it’s Killin Me
Without You , I feel Like I’m Lost
Buy yo Life Back , jus tell me da Cost
Mane I’d Kill for a Day wit My Dawg
Got me Questioning God , Ion talk to da Reverend
Smoke ain’t Enough, cuz A **** Still Stressing
Still gotta Live Life Cuz I know it’s Blessing
Took all the Losses & turned em to Lessons
Naw I ain’t Usher , but these My Confessions
Trap started Boomin like a Store or Concession
**** started Hating , they ain’t Want Me Progressing
Pockets on Swole like the Nutty Professor
Everybody Eats whether Dinner or Breakfast
Had to Slow Down , I was Living too Hectic
Don’t Play Me for Weak cuz shit a Still get Wreckless
Get on My Knees & Ask for Forgiveness
Think about Y’all Everyday you ain’t Wit Us
I jus be Numb off the Woods & the Liquor
We Use to Scrape jus to Roll Up a Swisher
Reminiscing bout the Days wit My ****
Wrote this Letter for My Dawgs cux I Miss em
Head still Fucked Up , sometimes I be Trippin
Speedin , Swervin while a **** still Sippin
Disrespect You , then You Know ima Kill em
Ain’t No Question , Mane you know It’s a Given
Bet this Rifle make you Pick a Religion
Life a Choice , cuz Death part of the Mission
Don’t get to Close to People , Swear I be Distant
Part of Me Gone ever Since y’all been Missing
That’s jus One thing I can’t Get Back
Pain in My Stomach like Ribs Cracked
I be waitin for em to Hit My Jack
Like it was All jus a Bad Dream
**** Pull Up & Come Smoke wit Me
Wishin & Hopin my Phone Ring
Jus Wishin & Hopin my Phone Ring
Written by: Javon Armstead
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