Lyrics:

Niggas be searching for gratification
The instant kind
I rather wait and build My shit up over time
I got that Choppa it kick like a infant child
I got that choppa its long like the river nile
Nigga run up on me he gonn get left behind
Im tryna kill all the opps its a genocide 
If you owe me money you better pay up now 
The eagle  just landed we scoring like touchdowns
She aint let me fuck then But she will cause im up now
Bitch I came back like I left the stove on
Hold on
I got that underarm kush like its roll on
We smoking some shit that you don’t get to smoke on
Some people don’t feel me but that’s cause I grow on 
Don’t worry bout shit that’s got nothin to do with you
He think its a party but this shit a funeral 
I take a piss on your grave its a urinal 
Wait
Niggas be rapping bout trapping aint sell a dime
I really Trapped til my scale had the broken sign 
Rappers be clones because we the new paradigm 
Im in the back  with the tints that’s so black with a pump cause the doobie so fat that it gave me an asthma attack
I hit the blunt one time and that shit hit me back
Im in yo hood bout to go sell yo family crack
Sometimes  you play the rap sometimes it  plays you back
But who’s the niggas that’s really controlling that 
I gotta talk To you niggas in nursery rhymes 
That’s how much They done dumbed rap Down overtime
Ima give you some insight on the storyline
Alla these rappers be broke they can’t wait to sign 
Rap game like high school and im bout to Columbine 

I could rap anything make it sound fly 
It could be dr seuess or a nursery rhyme
One fish
Two fish
Red fish
New fish
I don’t really fuck with that nigga cause he a blue fish 
You the type to pose im the type a nigga to do this
If that nigga want smoke then we rollin asbestos 
Im break-in his jaw someone call him a dentist
If that nigga want smoke then im giving him cancer 
I just met this bitch and she’s rich but a dancer and I mean a stripper not ballet someone call the valet cause I wanna. Go now
 I be on verbs and these niggas on pronouns 
He. Got his Glock I got mine its a showdown

Buy My Album (Prod. Wendigo)



Ultimate [3:11]

(D. Curry, R. Spence Jr.)

Produced by Ronny J

Recorded by Nathan Burgess at Parkland Playhouse - Parkland, FL

Mixed by Lino Martinez at The Bodega - Brooklyn, NY

Ultimate

Pain or Problems

Reflections of the Real (feat. Olu)

Mobile Phone (Og Gone) [feat. Hurricane Wisdom]

John Hancock (Prod. Vince.m10)

LYRICS

Shawty said she was a fairy
Let me find out lil shawty on backdoor shit
Bet sum get buried
Ain't drop shit in some time, how the hell you behind
And still getting carried?
Real quick boy this shit get scary
Pop out the night with a mask, Jim Carrey
That nigga post what I did to him
Ain't no one asking, ain't no one caring

Niggas ain't really on field they on the sideline
Can't even play
Don't give no fuck how they feel
Come in this bitch I'm having my way
Walk down, run down I'm on a drill
Big Glock leave that lil boy on the pave
Heard that lil nigga got heart
Don't care if he smart get put in a grave
I'm tryna ride round Cullinan tinted
Can't see me but they see that I'm winning
I ain't goin back and forth lil bitch not tennis
I ain't stressing a hoe I'ma mind my business
Watch how they act when you leave em' alone
They gone act like they need you
Bitch I might crack can't feed you
Think with your dick backdoor what it lead to
Bitch I been talking to God
And he just put me in a brand new bag
Still take a top leave em' talking to God
Me and gang finna get on they ass
I set him up with a thot
He get shot if he don't give it up
Better give it up fast
I got the same bitch breaking down niggas next week
Got love for that cash

Shawty said she was a fairy
Let me find out lil shawty on backdoor shit
Bet sum get buried
Ain't drop shit in some time, how the hell you behind
And still getting carried?
Real quick boy this shit get scary
Pop out the night with a mask, Jim Carrey
That nigga post what I did to him
Ain't no one asking, ain't no one caring
Shawty said she was a fairy
Let me find out lil shawty on backdoor shit
Bet sum get buried
Ain't drop shit in some time, how the hell you behind
And still getting carried?
Real quick boy this shit get scary
Pop out the night with a mask, Jim Carrey
That nigga post what I did to him
Ain't no one asking, ain't no one caring

FAIRY!

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ULT
Written by: D. Curry
Produced by: Ronny J, Nick Leon, & FNZ
Mixed by: Nate Burgess
Recorded by: Nate Burgess

Imperial

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VENGEANCE | VENGEANCE (feat. JPEGMAFIA & ZillaKami)

Song from random times, every one is a miracle  💫
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