Correction Lyrics Trouble by Kur

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It's safe to say niggas in trouble, ok (yea we can keep that)
For three tho, you already know (cmon)

I ain't forget, I remember so I can tell you exactly how it was (I can tell it)
Lacking self-love, snapping off of drugs, I don't know what happened to me cuz (damn)
Ain't really happy as I was (real talk)
In my new spot leave your shoes by the rug
Niggas dissing these dudes want a buzz
Man I lost all of my screws as a pup, on 4 or 5 blues I was stuck
Now I count faces they blue, E I been of you (damn)
Kur how you feel bout the shots niggas taking at you (don't give a f*ck)
Niggas too small I'm like f*ck em, the losses I took I bounce back likes its nothing
You thinking I loved her, just f*cked her you buggin
I'm live in the jungle, high in my bundle
I know that Wan got my back he gon come thru
Oh shit that's his baby mom boutta come thru
Get my bread right I told Don we gon rumble
I know that this my last year being humble
I know that none of these rappers can rumble
I know that bitches gon look if you hustle
Me and P cooking, the pot boutta bubble

Safe to say niggas in trouble (damn)
Now they all gotta work double, now they all got (cmon)
Now they all gotta (damn)
It's Safe to say niggas in trouble, ok (damn)
It's safe to say, it's safe to say yall all in trouble ok

(Clutching the wood, thought I ain't getting strolled
Rushing i'm tryna hit the bank ‘fore they close)
Yea you gotta keep that, real talk
Clutching the wood, thought I ain't getting strolled
Rushing i'm tryna hit the bank ‘fore they close
I bet you won't find a yank in this road, smoking this dank in the uh
Smoking this dank in the hood wit the bros
Niggas ain't go through that pain, I was chose
I rapped about all that pain I was bold
Ended up sick from the rain and the cold
Ended up pissed from the game and the hoes
You know how this shit could go, some niggas just gotta go
Leave it at that, I'm rolling weed in my lap
On a tour bus state to state put the B on the map, shit i'll just leave it at that
These bitches tryna be where i'm at, they too amped, she said yo you need to relax
Don't know her name I went right in her pants, like can we f*ck where we at
Night after night I would trap, knife after knife in my back
My t-shirt is Lang I spit crack what it do, my shit outta here swing the bat
We all got us here ain't no cap, I'm all outta tear, my heart black
Sometimes the fear hold you back, sometimes it can be weary and [?]
I seen it get scary and back, from mount airy and you can get checked
I be lowkey and i'm boutta bag, ok, in the open them niggas come past and spray
Vernon road and you niggas wouldn't last a day, it's like as soon as I got close to E he passed away
Won't even pass the J

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