Lyrics Curse - PhorHead

Huh yuh
Just cashed a cheque
Big taxes could get past your net
Bitch at my set whiplashed 'er neck
How the fuck you get clicks? Ha, bitch, castanet
Yeah I'm too nice too clean it's a curse
Yeah my shoes light shits gleam it's the worst
Got a new price on me for a verse
'Cause I'm too nice too clean know my worth

Got some new clothing on me
I ain't new, Trojan army
Making tunes for a hobby
Made me cool to the hotties
Now they moving they bodies
When it's Loopy at parties
Got these dudes doing molly
You can cruise in the shotty, bitch
I'm a fine artist
Quite divine flawless
Finding my shine's a night to night process
High defined guap in
9-5 pockets
Try to find guys who thrive without partners
Did independent
Insulated shit
My fit fitting so big
Interested in interest
Please inflate my riches
My intake is risen
These kicks kicking weird kids
My hits hitting different
My stock got an incline
Livestock got multiplied
They stalk all my lit chimes
'Cause I'm stocked with big rhymes
Small talk from these big guys
Get cropped 'cause my pics tight
Go flop, rinse, and retry
You're not fuckin' with I

Yuh
Just cashed a cheque
Big taxes could get past your net
Bitch at my set whiplashed 'er neck
How the fuck you get clicks? Ha, bitch, castanet
Yeah I'm too nice too clean it's a curse
Yeah my shoes light shits gleam it's the worst
Got a new price on me for a verse
'Cause I'm too nice too clean know my worth

Money moves bitch
My money moves bitch
Spend all my time
Put some stride in my movement
Some guys try to intrude in
Some guys fly with the new shit
But one thing that's alike
Is they all recline while I'm moving
Big line full of new kids
I been shined more than you did
They still blind in the front
While they still finding and choosing
Don't know why I'd give two shits
It's really fine that I'm viewless
Rather a diamond to find
Than be with guys who are too rich
"Should I sign?"
Are you stupid
Must not have potential
Let's take the safe route, not grow exponential
And gross more credentials
And own instrumentals
These the same guys suing over tones
Are you mental
Not for me
Want no offerings
Things they offering
Often not for me
Offer lots of green
Awfully stocked with greed
What the cost would be
If I cross my Ts
Prolly be

Yuh
Just cashed a cheque
Big taxes could get past your net
Bitch at my set whiplashed 'er neck
How the fuck you get clicks? Ha, bitch, castanet
Yeah I'm too nice too clean it's a curse
Yeah my shoes light shits gleam it's the worst
Got a new price on me for a verse
'Cause I'm too nice too clean, told my worth, yuh