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Street Scars (feat. ATM $eb) Video (MV)




Performed By: ATM AJ
Language: English
Length: 2:46
Written by: Alex James, Sebastian James




ATM AJ - Street Scars (feat. ATM $eb) Lyrics




The streets so cold everybody dying
Old and young 6 feet under got my mama crying
The realest taken, while the fakest get away with lying
Greatest legends to the game, now in the sky flying
Gotta get my medication, all this weed I been buying
Kids being lost to drugs, why the f*ck do we supply it
Broken homes, corrupt families just multiplying
We supposed to build them up, but all we do is terrifying
The realest victims to this evil rather stay quiet
F*cked up in this world to live you gotta stay silent
I love our women, but the real ones they been hiding
The real gon strive while the fakest keep on fighting
Tryna prove yourself to lames who won't stay riding
I'm here for all my people, and I'm coming quick as lightning
Used to wake up at night and hear them sirens
I thank god for every day, and that's why I keep rhyming
Gotta message under pressure, the realist gon turn into a diamond
Cold hearted nigga, put my emotions into writing
I'm chasing M's, so a nigga gotta keep on grinding
Can't trust a soul, so I read shit fore I sign it
Been through so much hate, from the dirt I been rising
I believe in god, nigga you believe in science
I could care less, what's important through the violence
Aye

(That)
That nigga not gangsta cuz he don't move in silence
Niggas keep on killing, and I'm tired of the violence
Shit they rap about ain't cool, they misguiding
Ain't no cap in me, nigga I ain't f*ckin lying
Smokin on these drugs, so high like I'm flying
The streets so cold, why is everybody dying
Going to the top, so hard I been trying
So much hate in my DM's, I stopped replying
Why these niggas mad, why these niggas still hating
I think I'm the GOAT so no more debating
If you want a bag, Lil nigga be patient
Locked up in the house, streets feeling so vacant
I don't trust bitches, they belong to the pavement
If my shooter got a shot, my boy gon take it
Since I was a jit I knew I was gon make it
Not here to play games, this ain't entertainment
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The streets so cold everybody dying
Old and young 6 feet under got my mama crying
The realest taken, while the fakest get away with lying
Greatest legends to the game, now in the sky flying
Gotta get my medication, all this weed I been buying
Kids being lost to drugs, why the f*ck do we supply it
Broken homes, corrupt families just multiplying
We supposed to build them up, but all we do is terrifying
The realest victims to this evil rather stay quiet
F*cked up in this world to live you gotta stay silent
I love our women, but the real ones they been hiding
The real gon strive while the fakest keep on fighting
Tryna prove yourself to lames who won't stay riding
I'm here for all my people, and I'm coming quick as lightning
Used to wake up at night and hear them sirens
I thank god for every day, and that's why I keep rhyming
Gotta message under pressure, the realist gon turn into a diamond
Cold hearted nigga, put my emotions into writing
I'm chasing M's, so a nigga gotta keep on grinding
Can't trust a soul, so I read shit fore I sign it
Been through so much hate, from the dirt I been rising
I believe in god, nigga you believe in science
I could care less, what's important through the violence
Aye

(That)
That nigga not gangsta cuz he don't move in silence
Niggas keep on killing, and I'm tired of the violence
Shit they rap about ain't cool, they misguiding
Ain't no cap in me, nigga I ain't f*ckin lying
Smokin on these drugs, so high like I'm flying
The streets so cold, why is everybody dying
Going to the top, so hard I been trying
So much hate in my DM's, I stopped replying
Why these niggas mad, why these niggas still hating
I think I'm the GOAT so no more debating
If you want a bag, Lil nigga be patient
Locked up in the house, streets feeling so vacant
I don't trust bitches, they belong to the pavement
If my shooter got a shot, my boy gon take it
Since I was a jit I knew I was gon make it
Not here to play games, this ain't entertainment
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Writer: Alex James, Sebastian James
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