Peache$ - Curtiss King, Murs

I want to send this one out real quick to the motherfuckers that always think

it’s them

Oh it’s them

But if it’s always them, then it’s probably you

Motherfucker

They hopped up in the car, destination ATL

She was going down to dance, him he had some weight to sell

They’d been best friends almost 20 years

They made a pact to get the fuck up out of here

It was zero hope, it was so much pain

He did some shady shit, got ran up out the dope game

She the type to fuck her best friend, man with no shame

They off to reinvent themselves where no one knew their name

First stop was Vegas, so he could move a little work

Then they hit the 40 east, smoking good, blowing purp

Took turns driving, tried to make it straight through

Until they got pulled over by the state troop

Lucky she was driving, she got to plead her case

Undid her blouse, threw some cleavage in his face

She giggled, he gave a couple corny pickup lines

Of course he let her go with just a warning this time

That night, they arrived in the ATL

Headed straight to College Park, checked into a motel

47 bucks a night, they had enough for two weeks

Took a shower, went to eat, now it was time to hit the streets

You, you can’t run away from you

You are who you are no matter where the fuck you move

You can’t hide from the truth, and you can’t run from it

Eventually my nigga you gon have to face what’s coming

Bring the same bullshit to a brand new day

And get the same kind of fun in a brand new way

They say that life ain’t fair, but it’s really rather simple

It won’t be there when you get there if you don’t take it with you

Dropped her off at Goosebumps, off of

Then he took the 85 to his homie’s weed spot

Mission was to help his homie make the transition

From green to that white, he had the keys to the ignition

Dope up in the door panel, he hopped up in the kitchen

And in less than a week, he was working, he was whipping

But you don’t open up a dope spot without permission

Now the local niggas tripping and they coming for commission

They pulled up in a new drop, bumping that Guwop

Parked at his new spot, lit it up with two yawks

Niggas hit the floor like they was doing burpees

White tee looking like he spilled a cherry slurpy

Almost died in LA for doing some bad business

Bout to die in the A for doing some bad business

Knocking on death’s door, no Jehovah’s witness

Lying in a pool of blood, now he praying for forgiveness

She dancing at the club, her new name peaches

Making money cause she flyer than these country beaches

At least that’s what she think, her pussy just as pink

Walking round backstage like her shit don’t stink

The other girls got tired of her acting Hollywood

They held her down and cut her face up pretty good

She left the ER, stitches for her three scars

Guess who she seen on her way to the car?

Her homeboy shot up, laying on a stretcher

Blood dried up all round his mouth, looking like some ketchup

They ran away from home to escape all the drama

But no matter where you run you never escape karma