On “My Rxxts”, Scarlxrd tells a story about how he crashed his friends car at 17 when he was drunk, along with talking about how he’s fucked up and how people are trying to step up on him.
[Intro]
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[Verse]
Keep the pen hot
Don't write for the same song
Don't try me on my temper
That's an adventure
You're not geared up for
Go to your house only members
Lxrd please don't text me with the fuckery
Because I don't reply to the sender
It'll just ring [?]
He'll kick in your front door and hunt for the treasure
Now he's stirred
Project my voice like loudspeaker
I can create anything that I want
Once this is done I'll make an atmosphere
Tip the scale [?] fear
Judgement day could never come here
Left the old me scared
But to be sincere I've never felt fear
I wrote bars and beats since 13
Run around the yard in a blackstring vest
These man wanna act hard for the gram
But don't really shift no guns in their flesh
Stop that, haha yeah
Some of y'all really are lost in your head
I had the flow lock down since early
It's like I'm twistin' and turnin' for dreads
We keep on setting trends
That's what I like, be my Benz
Whippin' with my friends
Bust the red light, fuck the feds
These times I buy shit for the long flight
Ching ching chong when the store get gunned
Barely split so long for the shot
Can't link her, she's lord of the thots
Passenger side of my best friends car yeah
I can't drive now I'm way too fucked
Now I'm thinkin' I'm way too smart
Not trippin' on the same old stuff
I swear nobody can fix me
I will achieve anything that I want
I used to write bars in 16's
Then fall asleep at the back of the bus
Me and my niggas are [?] off jamming
Sometimes might go pissed to the front
Had so many good times and wrote sick lines
While sat on the 501
Now 50 is the 50 that's 50 they see five-o and run
What is the code when you dip in the cup
So we still call it the 501
I'm not flexin' you're violent
Friends whippin' from the pigs
Power slidin', drunk drivin'
Lost control and fucking flipped
At 17 crashed the whip
No seat belt, I wish I did
What you mean "This ain't the driver's car"?
Well tell the driver get off quick
Lies are in your eyes
You think I'm hurt? You must be blinded
I'm not scared of dying alone
You rather got me confused, think
Put my pride aside and text you first you don't reply, miss
I don't care about you anyway so you go ahead and do you, bitch