Quick Money Kur (Ft. Chynna)

[Chorus: Chynna]
First thing must say rap name real name ok
Who you to fake no scars no ring? ok
Big bread no bling one day no way ok
Can't think don't drink no face no trace ok

[Verse 1: Kur]
My Self Esteem is low I kept believin' tho
Forgive up all this shit I did was for no reason tho
Niggas dyin' for no reason tho, Sorry that I can't believe it tho
What this music really seem em' bro
Take complaint Imma keep it low
Ah man court is sleepin' on you none of these bombs equal to Me
Keep it wit Me they might creep up on Me
Yee He's trappin but this shit is corny
Used to ride them bitches they ignored Me
Hittin' wit the judge fuck the chury
Always told My bitch fucking stories
Bitches later they just try to 'stroy Me
Lib? was wit me when I had no glories
Whoops back Glock? now fourties?
That was when the whole way was scorchin'
Undercover slide into em tours
Should we got pulled right on Forrest
Search trough the trunk wit no warrants
Niggas die when they get warmer
Lie to God Streets ain't for em