Glenn D. Beamon Jr. - Curve Season lyrics

[Verse 1] Search for belonging but I'm a leader I got f** you money so I don't need them Talk sh** buy u can't beat a n***a I'ma peaceful n***a But will spirit bomb me a n***a Sealy Posturepedic Let them keep sleeping Keep thinking “keep dreaming n***a” That's exactly what I'm doing I'm just living them out And you just like my side b**h Can't keep my dick out your mouth Or my name off your tounge Stop it (X2) Only b**h made n***as deal in gossip UmmmHmmm And we know you b**h made cause your b**h is your sponsor You tip toe around the house While I'm smoking me a blunt on the couch in my boxers Cause this my sh** You know very well That I pay myself and you owe everybody else You may save all of the tricks I don't need a pill I just live it how I feel cause I'm f**ing real Lil b**h [Hook] These n***as got short memories All the sh** you do for who The hoes be acting like the IRS All in a n***a pockets all the time lord I don't really need you to feel me dog For a Long long long long long long time I been out here getting this sh** by myself And I'ma stay up Way Up These n***as got short memories All the sh** you do for who The hoes be acting like the IRS [Verse 2] Why would I be concerned with what a p**y n***a think Now a days man they one in three Or maybe two They love to hide in plain sight Maybe you And they love to act like you owe them something Here you go again telling me what you told me sonny And all I hear is you telling me that you told me something Followed by a “Who the f** you supposed to be n***a?” Chain of command, you know I'm the only link it Ain't no big homie bro I'm a one and only Ain't no fake it until you make it You don't know me I ain't phony Most of the rules you break you're ment to dog Most of the hands that you shake despise you So called soldiers will never ride beside you Numbers don't' lie but they don't define you True true [Hook] These n***as got short memories All the sh** you do for who The hoes be acting like the IRS All in a n***a pockets all the time lord I don't really need you to feel me dog For a Long long long long long long time I been out here getting this sh** by myself And I'ma stay up Way Up These n***as got short memories All the sh** you do for who The hoes be acting like the IRS