Hurt Cobain (feat. LiL Chri$ From Da 616)

[Intro]
Yeah
(Hahaha)
Haha
(Hahaha)

[Verse 1: Elevated $horty]
I didn't give a fuck (Fuck!) and bitch I came up (Yeah!)
I’m just saying I ran it up (Up!) got me enough (Yeah!)
I'm just playing, I'm hungry as fuck (Yeah!)
It still ain’t enough, I'm going insane
Hot like a flame, damn it's a shame, how I come up with this pain
We not the same, I built my own lane, you just care about the fame (Aye!)
You sounding like Wayne, that's Gucci Mane, I'll be taking all the blame
I'm loving this game, I'm making it rain, sparking up with Mary Jane
You messing with these lames, I aim for the mains (yeah)
Aim for your name (yeah), I came in the frame
Can't be contained
Have to maintain
Who can complain? Hurt like Cobain!
Feel like cocaine, I feel like cocaine!
Got me a stain! Had to obtain
Got one to the brain!

[Verse 2: LiL Chri$ From Da 616 & Elevated $horty]
Yeah! Been going through some things (through some things)
Yeah! Been feeling like I got one to the brain!
Grandma need a house and I need a new fucking chain!
$horty and LiL Chri$ in the booth and we going insane-sane
I’m hurt like Cobaine
Feel like a hundred ’thou
I saw a hundred pounds
Got a hundred sounds!
Got a hundred rounds!
And I hit that Milly Rock when I get them bands
Yeah, yeah! When I get them bands! (Love them bands)
Finna' cop a mansion and I’m bringing all my friends (all my friends)
LC yeah my brothers, no they not my friends
Alexander McQueen on my mother fucking taliban
2022 Daytona skurting off the lot (Off the lot)
Doing 180 down 95 bitch fuck the cops, ha
Bitch, fuck the cops!
I didn't give a fuck and guess who's been up?
I don't give a fuck stomp out the ops
Yeah, yeah stomp out the cops!
Yea, yeah, no they ain’t catching LiL Chri$!
Nah, uh, I got a 30 stick
Yeah, no they ain't catching me, uh
Fuck 12 got a lawyer on speed dial, yeah
Shout out Maki get me out quick
Uh, if I know I'm getting roped bitch
Ah, yeah, zip my fucking lips
Kartel ties ain't talking bitch