Curses

This shit personal

Way, whattup nigga

Imma get this shit right

I wonder if in a shootout all of your bullets tethered to you

And if after they hit they target they turn around and they headed to you

And in one way or another no matter how long they catch up to you

Wish I could go back in time, find a way I can get that message to you

It kill me to get online and see the way the hecklers do you

But this a prayer for ya homies, I see they be living reckless through you

I threw Black Rabbit on my back I know that Skinny was special to you

Shit, I yell you're name on every track that's for the people that never knew you