Kur - Energy lyrics

I, I, I, I, you all ready? You all ready?

Way before I had the fame, I had Reggie
See I used to buy forties from Delly's
Everyday we was at Aaron crib
Begging for PB and jelly
All my life I was surrounded by
Niggas that always got money
I never got jealous, rappers don't
Wanna see you passing, They jealous
Damn I miss Rumie, that's
My brother forever, Die for whatever
Since all this rapping cause
All of these preachers
Just imagine if I never touch them
Like being with the campus life
Girls would be home
He would have never held death
Watching child
we don't position on this special night
We popping snitch on a regular night
(snitch on a regular night)
We busting traps on a paddle bike
We try to live in this ghetto life
Hey, you got your shooters and
I got my shooters
You brought your pistols and
I brought my rugers
We got them ladders we feel like them roofers
Don't make us go stupid
Don't make us go stupid
Me and Phil at the Priest getting chewies
Pull the swash home, my newbies, I'm cooling
I just walked up and your
Bitches on some cool shit
Gave me her number and I didn't lose it

We scraping the bottom, we whipping up extra
And when we get extra we put it on books
And wait for our niggas to
Call like good looking
When you touch me, I got you some pussy
Anything day that we want it, we took it
No nigga shook me
Niggas keep talking bout what they gonna do
When they run in me, they see me
Nothing is done at me
(Done at me done at me)
Don't try to comfort me
Fuck where you from nigga
Fuck where you pot the tree
Not with the fuckery, you
Either gone shoot it, A duck for me pussy
There's never no love for me
(never no love for me, never no love for me)
Cause none of these niggas
Ain't come from the slums with me (Ah man)
Eating Ellio's pizza and drinking
On sunny days

(I said put your God damn hands up
Put 'em up)
(Gimme your purse, gimme your purse)
(What you doing with my brother's
Pictures in your pockets for?)
(Words unclear in this line)
(The victim is walking now, man down
Free a man)
(You let that thing go mamma dear) Hey, hey
(You don't take me to court)

Back on my Ziti flow this is my oh my God
Running back
Course napping all on this CD though
This is that misalin, two chicken patty
That strawberry kiwi flow (God damn)
Sipping on precio, all through the battle
Niggas thought I was gonna be broke forever
Nigga shut up, get the fuck on my level
Make some more jelo-B all on my hills
I got the baddest hoes treating me special
Nigga you fraud just wait till we catch you
We took them trains when I know the matches
I know all the matches, we
Were the chosen ones, Don't even know it
Look at us now, bitch we motherfucking going
Soon as I get me some money I blow it
Spent what I want cause
I motherfucking earn it
Nappy hair bitch with
That motherfucking permit
I am convinced you don't look good in person
Busy here niggas, stop popping them thirties
Keep that same energy when we in person
I'm tryna tell you this rap
Shit ain't worth it
Unduely not, we was hungry, we served it
Flip my first pack nigga
Right there on Vernon
They tried to call the show
We close the curtains
They tried to call the show
We close the curtains
They tried to call the show
We close the curtains
They tried to call the show
We close the curtains
We close the curtains, We close the curtains
We close the curtains
They tried to call the show
We close the curtains
They tried to call the show
We close the curtains
They tried to call the show
We close the curtains
We close the curtains, We close the curtains
We close the curtains