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letra de my way - kur

[verse 1]
you ain’t tryna shoot it out so keep it pushing
told aunty i’m moving out and kept it pushing
it took some time but i got my foot in
ain’t have a dime then i started chugging
he tryna over-tax so i took it
thought they was straight but them n-gg-s crooked
sat on a crate now the floors wouldn’t
look how they hate cause i’m getting to it
can’t even come around us if you p-ssy
ain’t never say sh-t but they looking
use to wear track pants and a hoodie
don’t get enough credit in the city
ain’t have no paystub i was gritty
getting some love i ain’t have no pity
when i first started i ain’t have a penny
sh-t i was starving i was getting dinner
always through parties imma get the henny
i never mixed pressure with my business
i wrote them raps and made it out the trenches
most of my close friends they in prison
told us stay out the streets we ain’t listen
part of my man boutta spread the quickness
wasn’t a fan thinking bout a [???]
we had a plan and we had a vision
came with my man yah know he be trippin
if he gon throw it at you we ain’t listen
we just hop then right at you cause you booked it
it was a man grade i was b-tchin
i got my sh-t straight now i’m winning

[hook]
this time around imma do it my way
imma put baileys all on my driveway
drinking this henny i’m leaning sideways
this time around imma do it my way
this time around imma do it my way
this time around imma do it my way
this time around imma do it my way
this time around imma do it
this time around imma do it my way
imma put baileys all on my driveway
drinking this henny i’m leaning sideways
this time around imma do it my way
this time around imma do it my way
this time around imma do it my way
do it my way

[verse 2]
they hear this they gon think i’m back on xans
n-gg-s come round my and they get jammed
[???]
[???] hand to hand
paranoid i don’t think this bul a fan
homie [???} my day start my plans
got it all from the day got my brand
from the back in the day tonight i ran
just f-ck ain’t no kissing holding hands
like f-ck it i blew through my [???]
ain’t nothing a guy with [???]
got fronted we took it and we ran
had a bundle i pushed it in the van
what’s yo number i’m mad or on the gram
can i f-ck you right at here i ain’t playin
and these b-tches don’t matter that’s the thing
whole point gotta [???]
hood joint got the platter fries and wings
hood bul i was trappin out the trips
got food now they at me “we should link”
rescue so happy i ain’t sing
made rules i was tryna push my tape
f-ck rules anything to get this cake
bad mood i think you should give me sp-ce
cool dude and them b-tches was my taste
all blues and i’m boutta smoke a [???]
can’t move feel like i’m a boutta faint
can’t move feel like i’m boutta
yeah, all blues and i’m boutta smoke

- kur

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