T Clipse - SCARS Lyrics

I wrote this in bold so the energy right
Hope they don't take me out like Kennedy
Life's been in a cycle might change Identities like
Mr. Michael how he switch it up on the mic
And I might go off top if I ain't trynna write
But if he don't get right then he left tho
Bet 4 hunnid for the kicks no check tho
Rentals only when I be out the den tho
10-4 uh
Understood a nigga like 10-4 (10-4)
Please dont play wit my kinfolk (Kinfolk)
Never break yeah we might bend tho
Benzos how you get popped cause I said so ugh
Treat the mic like a utensil ugh
My mind is pad and a pencil ugh
Take 'em to school no credentials ugh
Can't let these new niggas try and creep in the game
They be making up these stories while I'm speaking my pain
They be rapping bout some bitches and bout freezing the chain
But I heard that boy froze when they speakin' his name
But I dont got time to compete with the lames
I mean I don't gotta try to compete in this game
I mean I was getting fly now I'm speaking to planes
I seen a couple brothers die over beefin insane right
Now I'm out here getting checks from Spotify and Shopify
The bottom line is how I'm doing it without a dotted line
Signature, Bro said if there's problems than he's stickin' up
Tell 'em hit up Popeyes if they askin' bout that chicken stuff
I'm gone
I got scars that will never go away from me
Cars in the driveway this my way this no make believe
Turn up on a Friday then slide to the weights and we
Grind til it's our day whens that just wait and see
I got scars that will never go away from me
Cars in the driveway this is my way this no make believe
Turn up on a Friday then slide to the weights and we
Grind til it's our day whens that just wait and see
I been working more hours than I sleep boy
Plant based papi I been living free of meat
And this week I been working like my family gotta eat boy
Cuz my niggas need a mortgage on their teeth boy
Talk about it, talk about it they love talkin' 'bout it (They love talkin' 'bout it)
Those the same ones that be claimin' they can't walk without it
Father to these niggas I feel like Oscar Proud and
Often times I see these niggas chop it up where cops be prowlin'
Backwards, Yo first ain't real as my last words
This beat hotter than a bad perm just hit up Jazz if yo cash works
And Hit up Clipse if yo cash straight you ain't a real man you castrate
I was making heat no time to sleep I pulled up to school and work mad late
Sunday for the church service then Grandma's for the crab cakes
Reminiscing and whats been the mission is addition pounds to the bag weight
But a bigger vision is assisting niggas 'til we make it out into a different system
If you send a bullet Ima send a missile
This a booty clip I make that ass shake
I got scars that will never go away from me
Cars in the driveway this is my way no make believe
Turn up on a Friday then slide to the weights and we
Grind til its our day whens that just wait and see