Kur - Hood Safari lyrics

[Kur - Hood Safari lyrics]

Me and my homie fell out, I still love him
Wish him the best
I ain't holding no grudges
Bitches I fuck em'
Don't think nothing of em'
Half of these bitches is bums
I don't touch em'
Wildin' in Mason Margiela, I scuff em'
I'm a cope poppa, I'm sorry don't judge me
Fuck all that extra shit, I just want money
Why would I sweat a bitch?
They keep on coming keep my hawk on me
They think they gon' jump me
Still in my hood
I ain't worried bout' nothing
I asked my mom why the water ain't running
Why the fuck we gotta wash up in buckets
I grabbed the eighth, bagged it up
I'm like fuck it i know that's life
But I had to do something
Never thought I'd get out the jungle
Whether I won or I lost, man I rumbled
Strap in my hoodie, I'm thuggin'
Thankful to be here, I came up from nothing
My teachers used to look at me disgusted
I used to talk while she teaching
Like fuck it they said I'm nothin'
Look at me I'm somethin'
I had that dickie pocket put my brush in
I wore that starter jacket bitches blushing
Using erasers, wiping off my buttas
Take all that , food was lovely
I'm on them percs, I'm relaxing my muscles
I move that work
I ain't asking for nothin'
Niggas want beef
Say it's fine til' they duckin'
I feel like my nigga Reem died for nothin'
I done went through it
With niggas for nothin'
Growin' up, attitude always been fuck it
Askin' my man for a yank, ain't have money
50 cent hug and some ruffles
I hated watching my grandmother struggle
We used to heat the house up with the oven
These niggas out here be lying for nothin'
Either you was or nigga you wasn't
If you ain't from Vernon road
I don't trust you free and my brothers
They was there when temple
Road did them numbers
I rather trap for I fuckin' beg
I'm bussing traps on a pedal bike
I got my man on the fuckin' pegs
We livin' life on the fuckin' edge
In my heart I know that nothing last
Everyday I'm on a couple meds
She just ask me can I cut a check
Closed legs don't don't get fold fed
Think she staying, even brought a bag
I'm a fuck her, then I call a cab
Goyard on a fuckin bag
On these xans bout' to fuckin' spaz
In the city full of fuckin' crabs
Drinkin' lean til' I fuckin' cramp
2012 I had to take a chance
Took a chance and I became a man
I'm talkin' heavy as I wanna talk
Saint Laurent all on my heel, so I walk
Lot of shit niggas be on, we be off
Niggas ain't cut from my cloth
Niggas don't come to my hood after dark
I'm drinkin' lean like it's water
I'm parched
Everyday I'm poppin' xannies, I'm starved
Lil always told me that I would get far
One day I'm baggin' up kush in a jar
Next day I'm in LA with all the stars
Fuck how you feel
Bitch I don't got no heart
I learned a lesson from all that I loss
I swear this rap shit done tore us apart
I swear this really all my fault
Sometimes I wanna get back on them bars
Sometimes I wanna just snap on these frauds
I put my bitch in Dior, I'm a boul
Don't give a fuck what
These little niggas doing
Straight out the water
It's dried and it's gone
Hungry as ever, ain't taking no shorts
I'm taking quarters and pennies for sure
End of the night, adding up all my coin
Shit you done did, I done did
What's ya point?
I got a ladder, don't matter, I'm on point

This the price
I ain't gonna bargain with you
Got my pipe, I ain't gonna argue with ya'
All these little bitches artificial
This the price
I ain't gonna bargain with you
Got my pipe, I ain't gonna argue with ya'
All these little bitches artificial
This the price
I ain't gonna bargain with you
Got my pipe, I ain't gonna argue with ya'
All these little bitches artificial

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