Tch.

It's a one and only cursor.

I'm just gonna address some things.

And it's like...

I've been on top of the game since I came in this shit Amazingly gifted with the pain that I've spit

And plus I'm in the winner lane, I ain't need to indicate I got my hands on the wheel and I'm steering straight

I'm an ABK, I'm or and no one do it nice I learn about it all, get found by scuba divers I'm the truest rhymer slash rapper Ooh and I'm a fucking headache to a hater, king, curse or crucifier I've fallen sloppy, I do this shit effortless

You're the new king, you're taking over, let me guess I hear that shit every time, it ain't happening

Your gigs ain't even shows, they more like fucking gatherings I sell out massive venues on the regular Rappin' is my bitch and she knows me as the predator

I'll talk over, pay your homage and don't bite my shit And when you see me just say hi, don't need to rub it there

It's a curse, pick my shit from the heart, yeah They try to do the same but they ain't got a heart, yeah

Cursing G-strings up your girl's arse, yeah And so doubt the other girls would like it, I'm fair

Can't believe I threw that shit in the hook here If you're looking for a superstar just look here

Every time I drop an album, it's a good year It's ABK and we the label that you should fear I made fucking history, they stole, they raw

Half these street rappers owe me child support If it wasn't for Curse, man, there wouldn't be a scene for ya I made them open up their eyes, I fucking bleed for the fact That the bottom can just rise to the top So give me props where they're due and let's enlighten the lot On how I bring the mainstream underground And it's crazy, cause they try to do the same But that's the reason why they hate me

Okay, stop now.

I'm thinking that's a lame sign.

It's obvious they love me, but they jealous at the same time.

I'd laugh and I'd keep getting paychecks You stole my shit, you should give me up some payments

But they broke.

They won't say it in their rap, though.

I'm the only one that makes sense rapping about a cash flow.

You sound silly talking about how you're stacking cash, but we know you're not.

You want the scene?

You can have it back.

It's a curse, pick my shit from the heart, yeah They try to do the same but they ain't got a heart, yeah

Cursing G-strings up your girls' arse, yeah They sold out, the other girls were like, you don't fit

Can't believe I threw that shit in the hook here.

If you're looking for a superstar, just look here.

Every time I drop an album, it's a good year.

It's ABK and we the label that you should fear.

Okay, Curse, what you think about the scene now?

What's it feel like when you're living out your dream?

How did it happen?

What's the trick?

What you got to do?

What's your missus name?

I heard you had a baby too.

What about your house?

I heard you're near the water now.

Is it better than the life you had in Campbelltown?

What you think you stupid fuck?

Don't you ask me shit.

Unless you ask what I like, better ask or tear It's a curse, pick my shit from the heart, yeah

Cursing G-strings up your girl's ass, yeah.

Every time I drop an album, it's a good year.

It's ABK and we the label that you should fear.