​​kurt cobain lyrics

[Chorus]
Feel like Kurt, feel like Kurt Cobain (Go!)
Hop on mic, I got sh*t to say
b*tch (Go!), these n*ggas in my way
b*tch- b*tch, you n*ggas in my way
Yeah, broke n*gga get no pay, huh
Broke n*gga get no pay (What the f*ck?)
I get chips, no Frito Lay (-The f*ck!)
f*ck that b*tch then text her, "K"
Yeah, all these n*ggas f*ckin' fake
Why you lie to my face?
Yeah-Yeah, she gon' give me face
Yeah-Yeah, I got hella paper
FN give you taper
Racks up on the table

[Verse]
She wan' f*ck, okay, cool
My Rick smell like ashes, eugh
b*tch, I'm high as f*ck, stuck
I'on got reactions
Get that chеck in, then I cash it (Then I cash)
Roll that wood, I'on pass it (Yeah)
I'm with slimе, we catch a hat
Flip that pack like acrobatic (Go)
Huh, make you disappear like magic
My twin countin' caskets (Go)
Balenciaga on my mattress
Yeah, I'm living lavish (Aye)
Want my life, boy? You can't have it
Dior bags, bad habits
With my coupe, black matte it
Lil' boy, yeah, I'm back at it (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Feel like Kurt, feel like Kurt Cobain (Go!)
Hop on mic, I got sh*t to say
b*tch (Go!), you n*ggas in my way
b*tch- b*tch, these n*ggas in my way
Yeah, broke n*gga get no pay, huh
Broke n*gga get no pay (What the f*ck?)
I get chips, no Frito Lay (-The f*ck!)
f*ck that b*tch then text her, "K"
Yeah, all these n*ggas f*ckin' fake
Why you lie to my face?
Yeah-Yeah, she gon' give me face
Yeah-Yeah, I got hella paper
FN give you taper
Racks up on the table