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curnal – like me lyrics

intro
we love you m.a

verse one
curnal:
i don’t wanna be a player, i don’t game b-tches
keep a thang with us, and the streets really change n-gg-s
gettin’ brain lifted, money be my main misson
with the same n-gg-s–tell me do you hear the pain in us?
and i gotta keep a hammer when i walk around
the same n-gg-s that shake my hand steady talkin’ down
gotta couple of old friends, they a target now
got these hoes wanna blow me–i’m a walkin’ pound
don’t like what you sayin’, i lost some friends [?]
i’ve been in the wind, getting bands–baby, i’m the man
i’m tryna win, in a benz
rollie on my hand
shinin’ when [?] , while they hatin’ find a b-tch to send
and a n-gg- real richmond–like a white tee
keep a plastic, no safety–n-gg-s sheisty
just do it, bout a check– like i’m nike
winnin’ with the team, you ain’t seen nothing like me

hook
curnal:
i’m in the field where they drill and it’s white sheets
she ask a n-gg- if i’m rollin’
b-tch, i might be
she tryna f-ck with a real n-gg- like me
she tryna f-ck with a real n-gg- like me
i’m in the field where they drill and it’s white sheets
she ask a n-gg- if i’m rollin’
b-tch, i might be
she wanna f-ck with a real n-gg- like me
she wanna f-ck with a real n-gg- like me

verse two
m.a. da pilot:
hot shit on the block, that’s what started me
100 rounds in the chop, glock in the jeans
remember bein’ on the block, servin’ the fiends
rollin’ loud in the wood–can’t hear a thing
opps dropped a couple shots–ain’t hit a thing
when we drop a couple shots, that’s a murder scene
i just stay trappin’, like nothin’ happened
[?] in the smoothest fashion
f-ck her from the back, h-ll yeah–that’s a real b-tch
she bout her money, type of b-tch i wanna build with
ride a foreign, i ain’t borin’–on some real shit
f-ck them ones, we gettin’ money–all strips
they steady testin’, they don’t wanna go to war with us
f-ck that vest, this 40 shooting from the shoulders up
where i’m from a lot of n-gg-s don’t make it
keep playin’ with yo life, they’ll take it

verse three
shredmoney:
yo b-tch, she know that i’m real
my n-gg-s been in the field
i’m grinding late night, sun up–my mind focused on mil’
my boy curnal said “don’t stop, these b-tches all in yo grill,”
we tryna make it to the top–i ain’t going back to that cell
but watch out for them snakes
cuz’ you know they’ll tell
shredmoney, i never changed–my boys bust with that steel
loose lips, they get stripped
smokin’ straight out the zip
i’m still yellin’ “f-ck the fame,”
a n-gg- tryna get rich
[?] , i’m countin’ all my blessings
these streets cold as f-ck, it gets spicy up in my section
can’t let you n-gg-s take me out
and put my mom in a black dress
so i’m playing with these toys everyday like it’s recess
baby wanna f-ck with me, cuz’ a n-gg- got some fans
shredmoney, b-tch–the same gang, b-tch you know my name
b-tch i’m thuggin’ and i can’t change
i’m tryna take a trip while you broke n-gg-s switchin’ lanes

- curnal lyrics

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