CURSED (feat. Kirk Knight & Vita)

*Ding*

You know that sound? Haha

Clase Azul for when we feelin' blue

We celebrate with '42

This is Gothic Luxury

But eyes always rojo, we ain't trippin' off of no ho

You feel me? Haha

Meechy Dark', but we keep it light

We just let the vibes flow, we don't force 'em

Matter of fact, only time we force is when we rockin' the all-whites

And 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

Ayo, it's Meechy Dark'

Like I said, it's Gothic Luxury, my name is Rell Knox

I'ma intro you to this—to this luxurious production

We here, what you sayin' 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 fifty 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 up my engine

Fuck it, rather die a feared **** than a scared ****

Yeah, ****, I said yeah, ****, ironically, this year, ****

My vision far from impaired, ****, it ain't clear, ****

Who sent you here, ****? Shots in your head, ****

Army guns with the hair-triggers

Brand new lungs, I smoke different

Burn money, crack jokes at broke **** (Pow-pow)

Since life's a joke, I smoke ****

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, change 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, ****, we here

My voice is an instrument, ****, 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 hunnid mil' (Oh)

If I listened to y'all ****, I wouldn't be here (Oh)

I'm just prayin' I can get the mansions on the hills (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

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 (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 down (Still tryna break me)

Why you wanna break me down? (Why you wanna break me down?)

Shout-out to all the hatin' **** watchin' face

(Why you wanna break me down?)

That just makes the ladies love us more

This a celebration, we got so much '42

(Down)

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

(Ooh)

Not with a script, not with a crew

Not with a cam, not with a booth