Kurtacy - Best Off

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(This is the only Kurtacy mixtape)
(Only Kurtacy)
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I'm on the west side
Carreras on sun shinning
On my best side
And this ain't my car
I hit the lot and do a test drive
Tryna figure out when I'm
Going out the best ride
I guess the best mine
I got the best shine
Plus the best flow
I'm sorry Tommy Hilfiger
Make the best clothes
When I do shows
I gotta make sho
That I'm the best chose
And no one next close

Ok?
Okay

So y'all think I'm tryna start Problems
Ok
Ok
Im just saying stick to ya own columns
Yeah
Cause none of y'all in my lane
All of ya saying nothing
And all of y'all sound the same
Like blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah my block
And blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah sell rocks
And yadda ya on top
Ya yaddy ya a lot
I ain't throwing no shots
But this the type of shyt that
Y'all cop
And this the type the shyt that I'm not
Got my own flow
Got my own hoes
Got my iPhone
Got them on hold
And all of them
Is a go go
D-G's in my hood
Send them to my
Bro bros
In my hood like
Whoa whoa
Stop watching ladies
Stop watching ladies
Lady named Mercedes
Mercedes drive me crazy
In my bed doing 380s
Oops excuse me
I meant doing three ladies
And even though she gay
She always tryna have my baby
Yeah

You gotta be the best y'all
This tommy hil got me feeling Like the best dawg
(Best dawg)
And I never need to sweat y'all
I know that I'm the best
So I'm best off
Yeah I'm best off
Yeah a nikka best off
I'm best off
Yeah a nikka best off
And I never need to sweat y'all
Rookie of year
And I think it's time to test y'all

Gray brim
White band
Yankee fitted

I must admitted
Kurtacy so damn authentic

I'm from the Bronx
So you probably
See my windows tinted
Shorty in it I don't think
You ever gonna see me hit it

Cops pull me over
Ask a brother how he living
Ima
Slave to the money
But the difference
Is that I'm lynching
Car Ku Klux color
Seats wood grain grippin
Reclining back
No Maybach
But Still A Nikka whipping
Still a nikka getting
Ahead of the race
Never cared for second thoughts
Keep ya thoughts in a case
Oops you mad
I was first place
In the first place
That's all day
That's every day
Thats Friday thru Thursday
Whew!
I just lost my breathe
I be killing in the game
Till theres no more left
I see no one left
I look to the right
And see no more left
I killed the rest

You gotta be the best y'all
This tommy hil got me feeling Like the best dawg
(Best dawg)
And I never need to sweat y'all
I know that I'm the best
So I'm best off
Yeah I'm best off
Yeah a nikka best off
I'm best off
Yeah a nikka best off
And I never need to sweat y'all
Rookie of year
And I think it's time to test y'all

Written by:
Keith Perrineau

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