YBC Zyn - Caught Up In The Curse (feat. TGB P2)

Now I know I gotta make it, can't get caught up in the curse
And now I know I gotta make it, can't get caught up in the curse
And my shordie bad as hell so I put Prada on her purse
Say you seen me really bad, but you ain't seen me at my worse
And I'm screaming YBC when we be speeding in the Urus
They don't wanna see me win, they rather see me in a hearse
I remember all those days when I just prayed this shit would work
Put my heart into this shit, but they ain't tell me it would hurt
But they ain't tell me it would hurt
But they ain't tell me it would hurt
Now I got designer and it's all up on my shirt
And I'm not like all you haters, I'm not from this universe
I got Tommy on my shirt, and they gon tell me take it off
I got diamonds on my body, bitch I feel just like the frost
And I'm never gon stop grinding, till my pockets like Rick Ross
And I'm never gon stop rapping, till NoCap get on my verse
Amiri all up on my jeans and you don't even know the cost
If she text then imma call her
Gucci on my joggers
Not doing a show, if you not talking bout no dollars
Never gon stop grinding till my house look like Obama's
I got love for single mothers, bitch I was raised by my mama
Bitch I really want Ferraris, man I'm sick of all these Hondas
I'm a shark up in this water and I swear they all piranhas
And you know it's YBC and I'm wondering why they all want us
Gotta watch out for the snakes, bitch just watch for anacondas
Money I make
Uh, I need some more dollars on my plate
Fifteen hundred thousand in my face
If you ain't the gang, you can't hang uh
And now I know I gotta make it, can't get caught up in the curse
And my shordie bad as hell so I put Prada on her purse
Say you seen me really bad, but you ain't seen me at my worse
And I'm screaming YBC when we be speeding in the Urus
They don't wanna see me win, they rather see me in a hearse
I remember all those days when I just prayed this shit would work
Put my heart into this shit, but they ain't tell me it would hurt
But they ain't tell me it would hurt
And lately, I've been thinking bout the times I spent with you
Cause every time you told me that you loved me, was it true
And every time I close my eyes, girl all I see is you
Crazy how you broke my heart and played me like a fool
You're the reason that I feel this way
Girl, I'm hurting every day
If the drink can take the spin away, then I'm drinking every day
Sitting here thinking, bout the shit we did
Hugging and kissing, we turnt up, I'm geeking
Tired of living
Depression winning
Trying stop breathing
Just want stop this feeling
And now I know I gotta make it, can't get caught up in the curse
And my shordie bad as hell so I put Prada on her purse
Say you seen me really bad, but you ain't seen me at my worse
And I'm screaming YBC when we be speeding in the Urus
They don't wanna see me win, they rather see me in a hearse
I remember all those days when I just prayed this shit would work
Put my heart into this shit, but they ain't tell me it would hurt
But they ain't tell me it would hurt

Written by:
Sterling May, Victor Bada

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