TwonDon - Gift & Curse Lyrics
My niggas rise the [?] HomicideKnown in time that we grindJust to double our dollar signsBetter believe it, no niggas who play the cornerWay better than reversPraying to Jesus with Jesus pieces on top they fleecesThey live in peace that these presents they got they name on themNever gave a ***** 'cause what they sprayGonna lift that chain off themProceed with caution, I'm strategizing, know niggas with ironThey want a piece of mine, well a piece of mind I'm still findingNo lying, mama's crying, cold niggas run at nightWith a pair of dice, hoping that this shit show us paradiseOver pair of nice,Legs to bads I walk through the streetsรข€˜Cause all white Cortez sneaks keep my sight from completeYou got me, move where the sunny, get chubbyThat's been my main goalBut lit cigars and cars, all of my chains goI paint the picture for niggas who couldn't see my visionI'm baskin' out on these versesWith this curse I was given, niggaYes I wanna talk about TwondonNiggas ain't ready for us manIt's upperclass man, we're coming throughWe're doing this shit long term manStand on our grind, staying prayed upFree all my niggas till they come out manNow niggas know what it is manWe just wanna get this breadStay shining, feed the fam, manWe was just like y'all, manWhy the ***** y'all niggas hating on us, manNiggas got the game *****ed upBeing broke consistently just building my miseryStack centuries, until my pockets banking like killer be, shitCausing rockets for duckets, sleeping with empty stomachsGot my mind embedded for lettersTo cut lexes and homusBenzes and bracelets,I'm giving my Jesus pieces face liftsLike Kardashians, niggas will call me dashin' inAnd I'm crashing it while bump in omaticHoping I'm just this classicPops he left me a bassetBad habits left mama damageBut still I manage to manageTo be my mama's bandageI paint my canvas for my west it's been niggas and banditsWaving tats for respect bringing static with automaticsI got different motives to drive motives, weaving through trafficWe're living lavish, these *****es cherishing your presenceSatisfying your *****And gs is dough, that shit is epicThey're showing textesPaint pictures if you can't see my visionI'm war haul on this shit with this gift that I was given, niggaYeah nigga, this what we do right hereEat, shit, sleep and hustle my niggaWe stay on our grind bAll we do it for the more ass sippersThe strippers and the drug dealers, niggaCome on man, real recognize real niggaWe stay in our lane, you stay in yours, bYou get your paper, we get ours, manY'all niggas know what the ***** it is manCome on b, I ain't even playing with y'all niggas no morePoverty stricking, got Christ in sin and I'm stacking millionsFor skyscrapers buildings, maybach curtains with glass ceilingsDon't know the feeling, trying to exhale when you living through hellSo niggas sell to leave a theme, he's frozen like veil for realTo living lavish in Paris, I'm focused on this cabitTell them coping homes out in Rome and our mind we seize ItalianI'm styilingBringing a rack from jerse up take a betTo mo ties, a bowties, I'm on these niggas neckGet checked, like Nike movements I do itI cut my wrist to hear the melodyMy soul in this music for realHang out in trenches smoke budha till I'm senselessPolitic by riches, good commas, and help us dodge a sentenceNo need for presents and intentionsGet rich or shit that's writtenFrom project building to castles millions, feel what I'm paintingWrite how they feeling, paint pictures if you can't see my visionI'm Picasso, this gift and a curse that I was given, niggaOh man, y'all niggas should know what it is now, bWe kicking down doors when we come through, niggaWe ain't knocking, we ain't ringing door bells, niggaWe ain't even hopping the windowsWe kicking down doors niggaUpperclass crew nigga, Twondon, Native Joe, FreakDollar Sign Don, Supreme K Will niggaAnd yours truly, Mouth Buggy, we out!
