Rage'n Curtis - 530

Just anoth'a day in the 530
system dirty
tripp'n off that cronic
high as'a comet smash'n to the earth
on the turf of'a smurf.

Dont need a 45
to survive,
my cuddys mobb deep
and we're on the rise
and its no F'n surprise
sport'n red and blue without no disquise.

Rage'n Curtis

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