Prevention & Cure Lyrics

Prevention & Cure - Potter Payper

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You think this all starts when I turn my mic on?

From a yute man, I hugged my block in my hi-tops

High rise dreaming, about some B and white spots

Backroad creeping with all the lights off

In the bush like a sly fox

Help him find God like a hope dealer

But real life, man a coke dealer

I bought this brudda out his whole FILA

Ask the opps cah they know it ain't a joke either

Twenty-seven on the head, no bicarb

See me start robbing rappers if I starve

You know when you're so hard, you don't try hard

Like fuck sixteens, I'll cook nine-bars

And give the streets a real G's memoirs

This .410 gets smokey like Hyde Park

Boy I've got heart, triple bypass

I said I've got heart, triple bypass

I'm a triple O.G., the whole city knows me

Like I couldn't catch him, so I just did his co-d

I'm head-to-toe Gucci but you couldn't clone me

I done a year on remand, I wouldn't put in no plea

Cah who's Frankie? Not me, man wanna drop me

Bruddas call me abti, my babe's got a batty

I've been a bad boy since Mosh was off-key

Feds stop me anytime they clock me

I've got mental health, don't make me throw a wobbly

Cah it's either going turvy or it's going topsy

Still Curtis Warren Cocky, turn this to a robbery

I'm still Curtis Warren Cocky, turn this to a robbery

And you know that's why the block put respect on me

No less than six figures if you're chequing me

I just gave my young G a box

When he knocks it out, imma count it up like the referee

Stamps on the brick like Royal Mail

My boy's Mr Worldwide, fuck Royal Mail

I'm riding through the city with my boy Theo

Touch me, ring it out, you're getting voicemail

Kitties on my hotline, they know my voice well

Fancy, fancy, trapping like you're Franky

Fry these little fish and turn 'em scampi

You get B-U-N, like I used to roll with Scratchy

Shave a man down and leave him patchy

Home girl in the cut, ice in her brandy

Weed in the air, that's all part of the allure

Prada and Dior, going harder than before

I bust the weed man, he don't charge me anymore

I bust the rap game, they don't starve me anymore

6AM, no more ralis at my door

I've gotta stay strapped, it's prevention and cure

I said 6AM, no more ralis at my door

But I've gotta stay strapped cah it's prevention and cure