Scars, show our heart, we goin' hard We do it real big, yeah Bars to the stars, ayy We out here drivin' 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 showin' up don't mean showin' 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 Clawin' at the board, nothin' new Ain't nothin' changed, ain't nothin' moved I'm coming in hot to make them moves Switch up the game, switch lanes no chains Flowin' 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 Partin' in the sea like my name is Moses Blood drip red I got them roses 5 foot 4, I quit growin' Skin so cream like fancy lotion Game takin' off man, you know it Little bit cocky, ain't scared to show it Fan base now, won't quit growin' Game so dope it's overdosin'
Scars, show our heart, we goin' hard We do it real big, yeah Bars to the stars, ayy We out here drivin' real rigs, yeah
Y'all out in the street professin', confessin' Some shit you think would be a lesson But you teachin' 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 Bleedin' out, cryin' 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 goin' hard We do it real big, yeah Bars to the stars, ayy We out here drivin' real rigs, yeah Scars, show our heart, we goin' hard We do it real big, yeah Bars to the stars, ayy We out here drivin' real rigs, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
