Lyrics
Kurzed:
Hip-Hop has taken a toll on my thoughts,
Turned my around until im'a jus backhand sluts,
A burned sound, im known as a dark gown,
Im hard and around like gravel out the back a the dumptrucks,
Im back in the cutt, T-shirts and black cars,
See my birth when im sleeping blacked out on boonefarm,
Im cool and calm, if I had my own way i'd look over my city, its like a statue a clay.
I pray that I go back to my ways cause frankly today, it feels like im awake in a cage,
But my brains to blame, I look back at myself, im just crazy and selfish I should hop in the grave.
So I suit up a blue coat is my new tux,
I grew up act like a loser with a few guts,
I rebel turned the radio to hell,
Pretended to be more that one rapper instead of myself(dog me)
Hook: 2X
It's either coffin or beef,
I mean its harded to breathe,
You gone or decised,
See im talking to me,
Ya dead or ya dealing with life in the red,
Im no friend so im calling this the Letter to Hell.
Second verse:
It's the veterans tale, and im cold redded than hell,
Soon to croke better that I fail,
Doomed in my soul, misused,
and souly for the pourpose im unholy and Kurzed,
Knowing im my worst only,
Cold feet stomping this old street 244th on the east of the C,
my face is black and blue like im a corpse in jeans and a white T crude, souly with the Doc.o.D.
Doc is rocking the beats as im socking the gees,
im sitting on the sidelines grinding my teeth,
Mind winding delivering heat, like im steaming,
and when I snickered, ya'll dropped to your knees,
If my Pops could see looking over my steering wheel, with lots a eyes peering at me,
As I feel like im loved, like a female cuddeling up,
But I muster it up, they understand me,
My brain, im frustrasted just cause I love street pain, Tear in my eyes as I drive by little tykes
teasing my game calling white names,
Im the boss in the hot flames starving,
Blocks a danger, rocking the rhymes, im God's ungratful,
Snow spinning alloy the black box, styling fox, in my Chevrolet tool, rocking Dheeper Meaning Ya'll better move.
Hook: 2X
It's either coffin or beef,
I mean its harded to breathe,
You gone or decised,
See im talking to me,
Ya dead or ya dealing with life in the red,
Im no friend so im calling this the Letter to Hell.
