Scars

(专辑： Just Gonna Send It - 2018)

Scars, show our heart, we going hard
We do it real big, yeah
Bars to the stars, ayy
We out here driving real rigs, yeah

Get a chopper pic of me tatted up
Top down, double cup
Fill my glass with something fantastic
We got the static, keep the status
You fake like plastic (Fake)
Your ego real thick like a cup of molasses

Ayy, and I see through the pain, yeah
And I'm here to stay (Show up)

And showing up don't mean showing out
Me and my dogs our game is stout (Tough)
When we roll through
Nine foot, my truck sit in the clouds
I don't know what to say to a fake ass dude
Don't know how to deal with the fake ass dudes
You're sick of me well I'm sick of you
Clawing at the board, nothing new
Ain't nothing changed, ain't nothing moved
I'm coming in hot to make them moves
Switch up the game, switch lanes no chains
Flowing on the beat like my name is rain
Hurricane, blow through
Get out my face I don't know you
Back up the body like I back up the beat
Got shooters out here and they on their feet
Got this shit now on repeat
See my future, take a peak
Look at my DM, a bunch of freaks
Pack a punch my style on fleek
Parting in the sea like my name is Moses
Blood drip red I got them roses
5 foot 4, I quit growing
Skin so cream like fancy lotion
Game taking off man, you know it
Little bit cocky, ain't scared to show it
Fan base now, won't quit growing
Game so dope it's overdosing

Scars, show our heart, we going hard
We do it real big, yeah
Bars to the stars, ayy
We out here driving real rigs, yeah

Y'all out in the street professing, confessing
Some shit you think would be a lesson
But you teaching wrong direction, you can get up out my section
With that shit, boy, put the gun down (Yuh)
Think before you shoot, homie, that's someone's child
That's someone's kid that they adore
Because of you now they're on the floor
Bleeding out, crying out
"Where's my mama", life's over now?
Just want my mom to hold me now
But, ugh, my bodies colder now"
America, get your shit together
Let's tie together like expensive leather
No more Black Lives Matter, no more white supremacy
We are blinded to the fact our problem comes from overseas
Get up outta streets, like your bro next door
As America we were all made to do so much more, ayy

Scars, show our heart, we going hard
We do it real big, yeah
Bars to the stars, ayy
We out here driving real rigs, yeah
Scars, show our heart, we going hard
We do it real big, yeah
Bars to the stars, ayy
We out here driving real rigs, yeah