Christopher Holland - Cursed Lyrics

The f*ck I look like kickin it with these mothaf*ckas lately?
These bumbs straight broke
Or smoked out and lazy.
The f*ck I look like Kickin it with these mothaf*ckas Lately?
These bumbs straight broke
Or smoked out and Lazy
Characteristically behavior is Shady
Cll of that talkin up out of they ass
Doesnt cmaze me
Tough times made me crazy
But it made me
Been carrying myself a lot Different than these Fake G's
Cnd they know that
Cnd They dont say Nothin'
I aint never had a friend that I ever trusted.
Spent my time alone in the Brokest nights
But I woke up in the morning with the Hunger to fight
Get my Mothaf*ckin paper straight stacked up right
Gettin fresh and Hittin the Kush
Gettin a sick ass high

Toughened up
Got smart
Kept movin
The devil talks to me
Told me soon I'd be losing
Id Starve for my Loves just to share food with
Is God even Listening?
This Shit is confusing
I Carry a lot of hope
So I never say never
But nothing is Gauranteed and Nothing lasts for ever
Ima Leave my Mark on this Earth
Ima have to Conquer the Curse
Dejar mi marca en la tierra
Mas tranquilito
Chambeando afuera
Pensamientos codiciosos
Estoy perdido
Encontrando mi camino

Cant associate with people that do not have Goals
Get involved with the Devil and he'll keep your soul
Caminando en la calle
With a Heart so cold
Psychologically twisted and you don't care no more
But these the Mothaf*ckin Times we gotta Care the Most
But everybody turnt they backs on each other i suppose
I aint stupid I always knew whasup dawg
Had those feelins in my gut I had to Trust dawg
Your old best friend f*ckin on your Old girl
Cnd your own brother did the same, thats a trip huh
Everything switched up thats a trip huh?
I aint been on that same shit I been on
Doing grown man shit as a Father Figure
I carry the Weight up on my Shoulders
Cnd the Problems with it
We was growin up and didnt have that Silhouette
Im praying with my Pistol and Im Mobbin with it
It is what it is
I got my own Movement
Cll about Progression
Cll about Improvements
It is what It is
Its Funk over Bullshit
You aint a Gangsta mothaf*cka
You just Stupid
Im in the Cut
Or Mobbin in the Streets
You got my number hit me up
Dont waste my Time
I dont funk with no Punks
I aint f*ckin with you Chumps
I carry a lot of hope so I never say never
But Nothing is Gauranteed and Nothing lasts forever
Im'a Leave my Mark on this Earth
Im'a have to Conquer the Curse

Dejar mi marca en la tierra
Más tranquilito chambeando afuera
Pensamientos codiciosos
Estoy perdido
Encontrando mi camino
Can't associate with people that do not have Goals
Get involved with the Devil and he'll keep your soul
Caminando en la calle with a Heart so cold
Psychologically twisted and you don't care no more?


Feel like my Family is Cursed
Feel like my Family is Cursed
Feel like my Family is Cursed
Feel like my Family is Cursed