Scars

[Verse 1]
Try to get up out the hood
Ain't none changed I'm still a project baby
Can't switch for cheese
I know we different 'cause my momma raised me
Slagging nines and banging sticks
To deep in the streets don't try to save me
If I close my eyes and turn my back
I bet these niggas snack me
Come around the hood
Bunch of thuggas strapped up like the navy's
I was showing, had to cut some
Friends 'cause they moving shady
Ran off on the plug
Did him dirty he got counterfeited
Better not run your mouth
And point a finger like your partner did it
Been through the worst and dark nights
But no I'm counting digits
She hold her purse
I got my strap in case a nigga want it
Fuck my ex she keep calling me
Like baby sorry
Tell me how I turned a target
Just 'cause I'm an artist
These hundreds all up in my pockets
I don't need a wallet
And I don't make no problems
But my niggas always solve it
To be honest you ain't finna finish
What you fuckin' started
I gave her anything she want
But I ain't finna promise

[Chorus]
She get freaky, she get strippy
'Cause I'm worth a couple racks
Couple diamonds in my chest
I might just leave with her like that, yeah, yeah
And she get freaky in the back, yeah
I change the sheets and move on to the next, yeah
And she came here with a friend yeah
We turn up like the weekend every night, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Paranoia got me geeking
Put my team on it
She said that she was gon' ride
I put some wheels on it
Know some niggas that would kill and
Do a bid for me, yeah
But I rather put some tints on me
Pull up back to back
I got some shooter that got my back
And my niggas in the cell and I hope
He make it back
I just woke up in the hood
Can't waste no time gotta get that strap
Know my ops they want me whacked
But I ain't going out like that
And my brodie did a couple years
But he finally made it back
Took my brother like the other day
And We finally got them whacked
In these streets they got us struggling
I had to walk down with my pack
Got a youngin and I love him
Tried to tell him don't sell no crack
Got some niggas whipping
Shocking making traps do jumping jacks
Finesse the plug
He tried to tell me where my money at?
Don't worry about it nigga 'cause I'm where that money at
Your bitch she all up on me and I guess I'm flirting back

[Chorus]
She get freaky, she get strippy
'Cause I'm worth a couple racks
Couple diamonds in my chest
I might just leave with her like that, yeah, yeah
And she get freaky in the back, yeah
I change the sheets and move on to the next, yeah
And she came here with a friend yeah
We turn up like the weekend every night, yeah, yeah