Scar

Ayy, huh yeah

I got a scar on my
Heart like I'm Tony Montana
I don’t mind talking down all
Of the niggas that spoke
On my back like I don't got a camera
I never listen to media
I'm always watching
I gotta edit the scanner
Hit like a hammer, bro out the slammer, bro
Got the blammers, stack and stay quiet
Fuck all the glamour (Ayy)
Bringing my confidence
Always been full of it
Man on a mission, cannot be the government
Act like I’m loyal and she
Fell in love with it
Psychotic nigga, you can't even stomach it
Promoting music, then I make another one
Locked in the studi' with
Only my brother'nem foеnem went stupid
So I couldn't fuck with them
Walk on thе beat, then I (Ayy)
Niggas don't know how to feel when
I get on the beat
Niggas don't know how to tell
Me they hate me
So they just start kissing my ass and my feet
I been the one that's been grinding to make
Sure all of my sandbox niggas can eat
What if I’m wasting my time and these
Niggas just kill me for weed?
What if (Ayy, huh)
What if I’m trusting this bitch
With my feelings and
Shorty been plotting this whole
Time to leave?
What if I'm breaking my bread
With a shorty that’s
Gon' end up leaving for bummies or weed?
What if I'm giving my life
For these niggas? They
Won't even get me the thought off they sleep
How many people gon’ tell me they love me
Before they could finally get what they need?
(Ayy, yeah, uh)