A Life In The Day Of Denzel Curry

Raider Klan, strictly for my Raiders
A life in the day as Denzel Curry

Okay, it's five in the morning
Crack of the dawn and I'm yawning
As I just reminisce when me and my
Cousin used to roll a swish
Pussy-ass niggas they act like a bitch
They say I wasn't gon' be shit
'Cause the words I choose to use
Was just so damn articulate
I paint a picture with the
Scripture my father gave me
Went to yelling niggas and bitches and
How you wouldn't play me
But after my granny passed that's
When a nigga grew heartless
Run up in the nigga house and
Shoot the shit like target
Get it? With a pen and a pad
And I was quick with it
Laying down on the back end so me
And my niggas could rip it
But by then, we broke up
Reality hit and I woke up
Each and every day
I take a smoke and I would choke up
Now it's over, i keep a conscious mind ever
Since I went sober
Stopped speaking of happy times
I wasn't in Range Rovers
A few months later I had a chat with Dece
Yeah, Mike Dece, a real Posh OG
Talking about this rapper that
Came out the CC carol City's own folk, yeah
I'm from the Zone 3
Simmie, well Andrew straight out
Of Myrtle Grove came a fan to a friend
Raider Klan across the globe
People raising eyebrows
Think my songs is devilish
Know it's quite rebelish, plus
My talent's Heaven-sent, ferno
Creeping with the flame so they can burn dro
Or probably in the Jaguar
Bumping while they ride slow
Now listen, no need for the hating niggas
Wasn't here before but then arrived
So you a fake nigga
Now my Facebook and Twitter's
Full of compliments
They scream Aquarius'Killa, now triumphant
Then accomplishments

That's as far as I got on my verse
Synthesize, realize, life's no game
Synthesize, realize, life's no game
Synthesize, realize, life's no game
Synthesize, realize, life's no game
La la la, la la la, la la la
La la la, la la la, la la la
A life in the day of Denzel Curry