nocursegifted (freestyle) Lyrics

This ain't God's country

Fucking with the wrong one back yo shit up this is real money

Fucking with the BXRD will get you merced I won't even say nun

I stack that shit up way to fast like why you still fronting

Five-0 on my ass I hit the dash we never quit running

Five oz in the back we get the bag we never quit hunting

I wonder which one

I don't need shit look at my wrist and that shit still jump

Hop out the back and catch a tag

I hope you see them

Go get a bag maybe a sack

I need a million

Too many diamonds on my wrist

And they the real ones

Too many snakes up in the grass

I see the real ones

Go hide the stash and run it back

I make em still jump

I need a real one

Someone that feel love

Babygirl up on my waist

Don't need a damn gun

I need my foes gone

Lookin at the lakefront

Sun goin down so you know that we out

This life brings frowns but we smile for a while

We get that sack not fucking around

And I know that they livin in doubt

Don't talk to police or console with them

This life we fight never caught slippin

I write my rights and my wrongs live it

Three-five that light make me see visions (uh)

This ain't God's country

Fucking with the wrong one back yo shit up this is real money

This ain't God's country

Fucking with the BXRD will get you merced I won't even say nun

This ain't God's country

Fucking with the BXRD will get you merced I won't even say nun