Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Curb The Lames, artist - Styles P. Date of issue: 03.05.2018
Song language: English
Curb The Lames |
| Prophet |
| Ghost |
| Yeah, nigga |
| If Christ resurrected and came right now |
| Bet a lot of niggas a miss him and other niggas a diss him |
| Giving you game right now |
| Cause a lot of niggas is lost and others is in the system |
| If Muhammed came through in a kufi that’s sky blue |
| With a Navy blue robe, would you follow him, Piru? |
| Should I build with the Gods since the Devils destroyed |
| But niggas destroyed, too, when we never employed |
| I think, pain feel better than joy, when the valley low |
| But I hit my peak when I’m geeked up, in Cali, though |
| Vibing off the green, it’s survival in my scheme |
| Is the good word dirty if my bible wasn’t clean? |
| I ain’t talkin' to the pastor cause it’s faster when I dream |
| I be building with the sheck without the cards in my deck |
| Cause the hand I was dealt, just seems incorrect |
| We could talk about the other side, you wanna get in depth |
| But, you gon' owe me somethin', do you wanna get in debt |
| Yeah, I’m something like a scientist, the shit that I dissect |
| All love if it ain’t, then it’s blood on your Giuseppe’s |
| He’s a five-star, but he ain’t come in with the set |
| Ghost |
| It’s rule to this shit, got to learn the game |
| Got to earn your name |
| Work on your craft, roll a wood, got to burn your pain |
| Life’s a bitch and she expensive, got to work the game |
| Put your family first, go get this money and curve the lames |
| Got to learn the game, got to earn your name |
| Work on your craft, roll a joint, got to burn your pain |
| Life’s a bitch and she expensive, got to work the game |
| Put your family first, go get this money and curve the lames |
| Never seen clock hands made out of sands |
| But it’s the sands of time |
| Sittin' in the hourglass, dance with the devil and you ate |
| Now you gotta fast, strong so you gotta last |
| Ever felt so much pain that you gotta laugh |
| Paid dues, throw your shoes on, yeah you got a path |
| Build your enterprise, niggas is all desensitized |
| Kids gettin' killed and you worried about your mentions, right |
| Well mention this, you can smell the stench at night |
| The beast out, tellin' my niggas peace out |
| Knowin' it’s no peace out, might pull a piece out |
| Fuck about police, them niggas a air your niece out |
| Your nephew, all of your kids, this shit’s a cesspool |
| So I try to stay in the cut, Lighting the jet fuel |
| Basic, try to meditate so I can shapeshift |
| Above norm, meaning I can only form greatness |
| Tryna shed light in the diabolical places |
| Souls everywhere, no chronological placement |
| Illuminati high, my weed jar is a mason |
| Travel agent P sendin' rappers on vacation |
| Fallin' to temptation, try your hand |
| Have your man lookin' up like, «why my man?» |
| Don’t ask God, or ask him, ask me |
| Only way to pass me is to pass speed |
| Any rapper try me, that’s his last deed |
| Extraordinary gentlemen from the last league |
| What’s a good bag of weed, if it got a bad seed? |
| You a crab, meet another crab by a crabtree |
| Do some crab shit cause y’all wouldn’t understand me |
| It’s rule to this shit, got to learn the game |
| Got to earn your name |
| Work on your craft, roll a wood, got to burn your pain |
| Life’s a bitch and she expensive, got to work the game |
| Put your family first, go get this money and curve the lames |
| Got to learn the game, got to earn your name |
| Work on your craft, roll a joint, got to burn your pain |
| Life’s a bitch and she expensive, got to work the game |
| Put your family first, go get this money and curve the lames |