More Gifts

You there? You okay?
 Yeah, but those flames
 It's so hot, I'm scared
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 Curses and shit
 
 More gifts than there's curses and shit
 I'm fineprint, you niggas really cursive as shit
 I tried to scribe it, don't really think the words do exist
 I tried to find it, it's peak 'cause the search is within
 Was by Vernon, I used to go to church and then dip
 To get a verse in, I got to get to hurtin' a bit
 The skimpy burned quick, at times when gettin' herb was a trip
 But now the work in, we all gettin' personal spliff
 When it's a burden, it's worse tryna hurdle a bit
 I slept through sermons, dreamin' how to work through a sin
 I'm never learnin', I mean I never purposely did
 Forever turnin', at least we know that certainty clipped
 To each his own, we earn what we get
 We keep determined, we bleed alone through virtue and stress
 To be assertive, can seem to hold a purse through the strength
 To be of service, a leecher in your circle again, uh
 More gifts than it's curses and shit, shit
 It's more gifts