[Intro: Kur]
Hey, real talk (Shut up, Dev, just shut up)
[Verse 1: Kur]
My confidence level went up when I hopped out a Benz, an AMG to be exact (Ew)
Nigga, my only concern is gettin' these racks, ain't trippin' 'bout gettin' a plaque (Come on)
I always knew that the tables would turn, now look at these bitches, they tryna interact
It be your homies that count what you earn, it's too many times I got stabbed in the back (Yeah)
Too many times I done slipped through the crack
Too many times I was tellin' my bro, "Man, fuck that bitch," but I doubled back (Comе on)
I'm in the Gallery, trucker thе hat (Yeah)
Look at my salary, I'm touchin' that
Ain't no apologies, I'm in my act (Let's go, kid)
I'm rollin' up tree and I'm tryna relax (Come on)
I'm tellin' Ave everything that I'm goin' through, he like, "Just put it on wax" (Real talk)
It's kinda hard to believe that these niggas ain't love me and it was an act (Okay)
It ain't hard to believe that these bitches is fuckin' and it's for a bag (Okay, okay)
Why do these rappers keep copyin' Kur? I see 'em, they stealin' the swag (Ew)
I took one, then took a few more, when really, I should've took half (Too shy)
Deep down, I know she a whore, but when she with me, she act like she got class (A thot)
When I fuck her, she yell out, "Shakur," she like, "Man, you dickin' me down pretty bad" (Okay)
High off the shrooms, I'm feelin' too good, and I put my tongue in her ass (Real talk)
How many bodies she got? I'm never gon' know 'cause I'm never gon' ask (Okay)
If you in Philly and you touchin' paper, them niggas gon' sit on your ass (I see you)
You wanna make an example out niggas, but don't wanna go out and crash (Ah)
I'm seein' these niggas, they goin' out sad (Okay)
Over texts, she was sayin' she shy, but when she got with me, I fucked her, I tagged (Damn)
I had to Louis my jacket, I hopped on a jet, it all happened so fast (Damn)
Summertime, I'm pullin' up in a Maybach, I did this for all, you can ask (Okay)
If it's goin' through me, I'ma put on my tax (Real talk, though)
I really show niggas love, I really gave everything I ever had (Damn)
To the riches, I came from the rags (Goddamn)
I'm eatin' bitches, I told her to pull up at Wawa, I'll get her some gas (You hard)
I'm never trippin', I told her to shut the fuck up, I'ma cover the tag (What?)
Look at the niggas I passed (Come on)
Look at the chain, it was glass (Damn)
This shit ain't a thing, do the math (Real talk)
I'm off these trinities, rollin' a three-point-five, I'm 'bout to blast
Hey, real talk (Shut up, Dev, just shut up)
[Verse 1: Kur]
My confidence level went up when I hopped out a Benz, an AMG to be exact (Ew)
Nigga, my only concern is gettin' these racks, ain't trippin' 'bout gettin' a plaque (Come on)
I always knew that the tables would turn, now look at these bitches, they tryna interact
It be your homies that count what you earn, it's too many times I got stabbed in the back (Yeah)
Too many times I done slipped through the crack
Too many times I was tellin' my bro, "Man, fuck that bitch," but I doubled back (Comе on)
I'm in the Gallery, trucker thе hat (Yeah)
Look at my salary, I'm touchin' that
Ain't no apologies, I'm in my act (Let's go, kid)
I'm rollin' up tree and I'm tryna relax (Come on)
I'm tellin' Ave everything that I'm goin' through, he like, "Just put it on wax" (Real talk)
It's kinda hard to believe that these niggas ain't love me and it was an act (Okay)
It ain't hard to believe that these bitches is fuckin' and it's for a bag (Okay, okay)
Why do these rappers keep copyin' Kur? I see 'em, they stealin' the swag (Ew)
I took one, then took a few more, when really, I should've took half (Too shy)
Deep down, I know she a whore, but when she with me, she act like she got class (A thot)
When I fuck her, she yell out, "Shakur," she like, "Man, you dickin' me down pretty bad" (Okay)
High off the shrooms, I'm feelin' too good, and I put my tongue in her ass (Real talk)
How many bodies she got? I'm never gon' know 'cause I'm never gon' ask (Okay)
If you in Philly and you touchin' paper, them niggas gon' sit on your ass (I see you)
You wanna make an example out niggas, but don't wanna go out and crash (Ah)
I'm seein' these niggas, they goin' out sad (Okay)
Over texts, she was sayin' she shy, but when she got with me, I fucked her, I tagged (Damn)
I had to Louis my jacket, I hopped on a jet, it all happened so fast (Damn)
Summertime, I'm pullin' up in a Maybach, I did this for all, you can ask (Okay)
If it's goin' through me, I'ma put on my tax (Real talk, though)
I really show niggas love, I really gave everything I ever had (Damn)
To the riches, I came from the rags (Goddamn)
I'm eatin' bitches, I told her to pull up at Wawa, I'll get her some gas (You hard)
I'm never trippin', I told her to shut the fuck up, I'ma cover the tag (What?)
Look at the niggas I passed (Come on)
Look at the chain, it was glass (Damn)
This shit ain't a thing, do the math (Real talk)
I'm off these trinities, rollin' a three-point-five, I'm 'bout to blast
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