TwonDon – Gift & Curse lyrics

My niggas rise the [?] Homicide
Known in time that we grind
Just to double our dollar signs
Better believe it, no niggas who play the corner
Way better than revers
Praying to Jesus with Jesus pieces on top they fleeces
They live in peace that these presents they got they name on them
Never gave a fuck 'cause what they spray
Gonna lift that chain off them
Proceed with caution, I'm strategizing, know niggas with iron
They want a piece of mine, well a piece of mind I'm still finding
No lying, mama's crying, cold niggas run at night
With a pair of dice, hoping that this shit show us paradise
Over pair of nice,
Legs to bads I walk through the streets
Because all white Cortez sneaks keep my sight from complete
You got me, move where the sunny, get chubby
That's been my main goal
But lit cigars and cars, all of my chains go
I paint the picture for niggas who couldn't see my vision
I'm baskin' out on these verses
With this curse I was given, nigga

Yes I wanna talk about Twondon
Niggas ain't ready for us man
It's upperclass man, we're coming through
We're doing this shit long term man
Stand on our grind, staying prayed up
Free all my niggas till they come out man
Now niggas know what it is man
We just wanna get this bread
Stay shining, feed the fam, man
We was just like y'all, man
Why the fuck y'all niggas hating on us, man
Niggas got the game fucked up

Being broke consistently just building my misery
Stack centuries, until my pockets banking like killer be, shit
Causing rockets for duckets, sleeping with empty stomachs
Got my mind embedded for letters
To cut lexes and homus
Benzes and bracelets,
I'm giving my Jesus pieces face lifts
Like Kardashians, niggas will call me dashin' in
And I'm crashing it while bump in omatic
Hoping I'm just this classic
Pops he left me a basset
Bad habits left mama damage
But still I manage to manage
To be my mama's bandage
I paint my canvas for my west it's been niggas and bandits
Waving tats for respect bringing static with automatics
I got different motives to drive motives, weaving through traffic
We're living lavish, these bitches cherishing your presence
Satisfying your fetish
And gs is dough, that shit is epic
They're showing textes
Paint pictures if you can't see my vision
I'm war haul on this shit with this gift that I was given, nigga

Yeah nigga, this what we do right here
Eat, shit, sleep and hustle my nigga
We stay on our grind b
All we do it for the more ass sippers
The strippers and the drug dealers, nigga
Come on man, real recognize real nigga
We stay in our lane, you stay in yours, b
You get your paper, we get ours, man
Y'all niggas know what the fuck it is man
Come on b, I ain't even playing with y'all niggas no more

Poverty stricking, got Christ in sin and I'm stacking millions
For skyscrapers buildings, maybach curtains with glass ceilings
Don't know the feeling, trying to exhale when you living through hell
So niggas sell to leave a theme, he's frozen like veil for real
To living lavish in Paris, I'm focused on this cabit
Tell them coping homes out in Rome and our mind we seize Italian
I'm styiling
Bringing a rack from jerse up take a bet
To mo ties, a bowties, I'm on these niggas neck
Get checked, like Nike movements I do it
I cut my wrist to hear the melody
My soul in this music for real
Hang out in trenches smoke budha till I'm senseless
Politic by riches, good commas, and help us dodge a sentence
No need for presents and intentions
Get rich or shit that's written
From project building to castles millions, feel what I'm painting
Write how they feeling, paint pictures if you can't see my vision
I'm Picasso, this gift and a curse that I was given, nigga

Oh man, y'all niggas should know what it is now, b
We kicking down doors when we come through, nigga
We ain't knocking, we ain't ringing door bells, nigga
We ain't even hopping the windows
We kicking down doors nigga
Upperclass crew nigga, Twondon, Native Joe, Freak
Dollar Sign Don, Supreme K Will nigga
And yours truly, Mouth Buggy, we out!