Gold Kur

[Verse 1: Kur]
I'm grateful for all the people around that's genuine
I notice how people only do shit when it benefit
I'm black and I'm ignorant, I rap and I'm arrogant
I trapped in that Pharoah shit, spent racks on a pair of kicks
Me and Phil serving what's in that Cutlas, Ciara whip
That shit was a 98', but we never cared a bit
My mom saying "get a job", I ain't tryna hear that shit
Couple days later, she calling back in my ear again
She told me how scared she is
Tell me that she worry every night cuz she care for me
Such and such said no matter what, she'd be there for me
But she wasn't there for me, God had a plan for me
Dot sold them grams with me
I was broke, gettin' high of xans and weed
Ayo, Coop, when I go, pop a xan for me
Ayo, Rell, When I go, pop a xan for me
Just check on my family
I don't really think these hoes understanding me
One day, I'll get my auntie a brand new house
Give her some brand new keys, get her a brand new Jeep
(?), been through shit that you can't believe
I know God got a plan for me
I know God got a plan for me
A second chance for me