Tabacco Town Kur (Ft. Casey Veggies)

[Chorus: Kur]
I feel like all these niggas in the way
If you ain't tryna get it, you in the way
Sittin around, sittin around
Me and my niggas ain't sittin around, we gettin it

[Verse 1: Kur]
Them little quarters I was grabbin, they ain't pay for shit
Real 2012 niggas wasn't playin my shit
Dropped pound cake, niggas breakin up with their bitch
I done upgrade since then, stay on my shit
So long, long time, I was prayin for this shit
I remember spittin rhymes out the basement and shit
I was tryna make dubs, so I straightened the shit
Ain't tell m how I'm coming, I'm creative as shit
When it's dark out, don't go out, stay in the crib
Ain't matter if it's cold, we goin stay on the drip
Shit, going slow, catch me in the mix
I was tryna play the phone, parked up in the whip
My little sister counting on me, can't fuck up this shit
White bands on me, I'm in the back, roll me up some shit
Me and the fam too popular to post on the strip
I still post in the strip, be there for the niggas that be going through shit
Grab a couple gang, start blowin this shit
Anybod stunt on us, we start throwin that shit
Before I had fame, I was off in them nicks
Really in my hood, I'm there often as shit
All the times I lay, bout to spark up again
I been humble, but I'm ready to start talkin my shit
Had times in my life when I was ready to quit
It was real fucked up, but I ain't settle for shit
I remember wearin Pradas, but they wasn't legit
Best believe I'm the hottest, and I'm fuckin up shit
Any nigga have a problem, I go get the stick
Bitch gettin on my nerves, bout to choke out the bitch
I'm on Lean, I'm slerin, but I'm focused as shit