Throwdown the Curse

[Hook] Don't you dare go disobey and try sneak diss me You fuck up and listen I shut down your system In one or two seconds The look that I'm reppin' Stay 'hood with no effort What's good? I repeat, when you tempt me I'm never resting Got so much to work I go roll up the herb As I wait to flow Throw down the curse! [Verse 1] Lit, get your ear bit Never see no action but always hear shit All these bitches yapping, you better fear this Real kid change it up better steer left With the fucking gear stick My city always cheerin' me on She show me how she feel listening to Gree's songs She blow up for the deal Yeah I call her the bomb See Ma? They don’t get me Ask the school how they really teach Chong I'm a rebel But not the devil This shit make you bounce like when throwing in a pebble Toking half an ounce then we going up a level I’m so special diamonds in my lobes slowly fine embezzled Better settle the pedal If it powered by petrol You got hours by several In amount taste the metal In your mouth face the fear that's ahead of you Gauge that's the pediscule Run man you better do Trip out like edibles Bitch boy yo', thinking he reppin' You missing the message If you gon' keep spitting a sentence Sneak dissing your weapon Where you from bitch? Listen confess it To fix the discretion That's wrong kid dismissed by your parents To wish off your clearance To do wrong shit Twist up your efforts to list down in sections from bong hits Spliffs that you hitting while positioned in distance You strong lifted Not gifted enriched in society's system But still on it When figuring the hit you gon' release on the segment [Hook] [Verse 2] Tripping, ears blocked Man I find hard to listen Convinced once in position I'd start the raw spitting Spliffs I'm hitting, God knows talent is given I'm gifted enriched to the potholes that be drippin' We from the West Smithing hot flows mic' christened Gree be the best listen on the beat reciting writtens Mama had a son that's now risen and lifted Mama never had it wrong we all pictured the image I'm that kid you heard about You walkin' through better turn around I came to murder, came to murder I said I'm that kid you heard about Follow me to the perfect route I bet you heard of, I bet you heard About the young killer Born straight sinner Rhymes and spits deliver like a full course dinner Mind rare more clearer than a destinations river Final scare will get ya like you had no patience ever Weed got my mind unblocked Unlocked to a place where there's sirens Guns pop as you drop And you free headed to your destination Prayed to God told him that heaven's patiently awaiting Even Satan was once an angel, a saviour Blunts rolled up paper is flavor Once told save it for later Homed Baked still under the radar No mistakes we always make up To the fears that we facing Gears yeah we racing Your bitch-ass rear what I’m chasing [Hook]