BoutCash - Closed Curtains (feat. K.Dret)

I take my hat off
Roll a blunt up
For my niggas who can't watch the sun come up
Heard they doing real bad
Just for Him we gon turn up
Return to flashbacks please don't let the blunt burn up
Riding around the city strapped Feeling like you can't hurt us
Riding around in black suburbans I be laying down wax
Z3H you probably heard us keep it sealed closed curtains
Holla fuck a payback
I be doing my shit
Come up off them dope plays
Like I been working a shift
My momma really ain't know But baby boy was so quick
I bought a throw away phone and started getting it in
My daddy doing hard time just for chasing the wind
I hope he's either locked up or they just drift with the wind
I been through some hard times guaranteed I'ma win
Either I'm doing gods work or for the devil I sin
I came too far now never fold never bend
Cause when you get locked up your reflection your only friend
I holla keep it real nigga don't kick it just for the groove
And try to calculate your terms without giving your next move
I Made a promise to my brother with this shit I won't change
Still that crazy ass lil chico from Hardee and ain't shit changed
Still blowing Garcia Vegas while flicking that cocaine
I holler Manor Block on niggas
I'm spitting that propane
I take my hat off roll a blunt up
For my niggas who can't watch the sun come up
Heard they doing real bad
Just for Him we gonna turn up
Return to flashbacks please don't let the blunt burn up
Riding around the City strapped Feeling like you can't hurt us
Riding around in black suburbans I be laying down wax
Z3H you probably heard us keep it sealed closed curtains
Remember me from how I came in Forever a soldier
I did it all how I'm supposed too I put the block on shoulders
They know I'm coming lil woahdy best tell them suckas move over
Spark the Dutchie with the same squad from when we sip 40's
Bruh hold it down where they at just rolled up another sack
Remember telling blanco
come with me well make our own path
From the nine 3 stacks we ain't never going back
We coming for anybody Who sitting on they ass
We understood that
Perry to Dixie dr they love me I give my heart back
Everything they said is all facts
Don't get you heart pushed back aye
But interviews are like confessions girl quit talking get undressed thank god we blessed
I take my hate off roll a blunt up
for my niggas who can't watch the sun come up
Heard they doing real bad just for him we gon turn up
Return to flashbacks please don't let the blunt burn up
Riding around the city strapped feeling like you can't hurt us
Riding around in black suburbans I be laying down wax
Z3H you probably heard us keep it sealed closed curtains

Written by:
david cuevas, ruben blanco

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