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kur - have nots lyrics

[verse 1]
if you got room in your heart to forgive a n-gga, forgive me
i be pressed to see b-tches
but can’t see my dawg in prison for a visit
i be focused on rick owens, yt sweatsuits, all that fly sh-t
i bought some louis sh-t, mother’s day came and i ain’t even get my mom sh-t
this for n-ggas locked up that’s getting high off them bennies
heard they put phil in the hole, sh-t he ain’t called in a minute
told you i couldn’t find myself
you said “keep searching, keep looking”
honestly i just wish you could see me now ms. goodman
i grew up with the have-nots
n-ggas flip work one time, buy a sweatsuit, then they -ssed out
same n-ggas trip off them xans, get wild and spazz out
the house that i was raised in turned to a trap house
house n-ggas bagged up and smoke get trapped out
n-ggas that i looked up to, they took the crack route
i ain’t talk to greg in a minute, i heard he back out
remember nights he took me home with him and almost p-ssed out
reem was fascinated with cars, wanted to cash out
coop was fascinated with bars, until he’d p-ss out
remember days i f-cked up my pack, and i was -ssed out
used to have them straps on our lap, like f-ck a stash box
every night was serving them players
right on them back blocks
n-ggas wasn’t there when i was -ssed out
but be at all my shows like how many p-sses can you p-ss out?
middle man and them ounces tryna take a half out

[hook]
i don’t understand what these n-ggas rap ’bout
do this for the motherf-ckin’ have-nots
do these for the n-ggas on the back blocks
that’s the real sh-t i rap ’bout
i don’t understand what these n-ggas rap ’bout
do this for the motherf-ckin’ have-nots
do this for my n-ggas pushing crack rock
that’s the real sh-t i rap ’bout

[verse 2]
if you got room in your heart to forgive a n-gga, forgive me
shy grandmom told me she doing good with her liver
said she stopped drinking liquor
said she woke up some mornings wanting to die and just give up
but she far from a quitter
i love all of her banting, even respect when she trippin’
so you know i ain’t quitting
so for her ima get it
it was cold in them trenches
i had noosey–ss neighbors that had their nose in my business
thought that b-tch would be different, but that b-tch wasn’t different
park ave it was tinted
fall fast to the system, fell fast for these b-tches
car crash i was dipping, wearing ralph from that n-gga
don’t even drink, i’m drinking henny cause i’m going through things
these n-ggas fake i shoulda knew, i shoulda knew they would change
five packs of woods, i bought an ounce
i’m just doing my thing

[hook]

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