| A love letter came through the mail, it said, «I miss you»
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| I ripped it up and flushed with the tissue, try to forget you
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| I ain’t got nothing against you, we human, we all got issues
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| But I’m tired of being tired of being tired
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| That part of me done died
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| I see it, then I don’t, act like I’m blind
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| I’m confident it won’t be one of mine
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| I know emotions come with lies, so I tell the truth all the time
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| Ain’t got no sympathy for no bitch
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| I admit that I’m rich and I’m lit
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| Jumpin' up on stages, I get two hundred occasion
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| Bro had really fucked the game up, we made niggas shut they trap down
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| They see how I made it, I’m the reason they won’t rap now
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| See me out in traffic, make a hater pull his hat down
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| The biggest OG’s salute me, a stylist can’t even style me
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| The robbers probably wanna get me, I’m hoppin' out Lamborghinis
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| The youngins turn in my city, they try me, I get it cracking
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| Some of this still would happen if I never had started rapping
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| My people them still steady trapping and they still be getting active
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| I tell 'em to chill, I’m tryna run up these M’s
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| Paid cash and then he post the crib (Nah)
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| I can’t show nobody where my mama live, that’s how I 'posed to feel
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| My niece just asked me were my diamonds real, I said, «Of course»
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| I just played the hand that I was dealt, didn’t have to force
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| All around the world they know it’s me, they hear my voice
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| And I done it all in a pair of Diors, yeah
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| Young age, learned how to get paid (We gon' get the money)
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| Big stage, long way from Section 8 (Ballin' other countries)
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| Big wave, he gon' have to get saved (Big old wave)
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| Ridin' in the foreign, chiefin' on the forest
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| I know I wasn’t there for you, at least I said I’m sorry
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| You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless
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| I’m emotionally scarred, that ain’t even your fault
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| But don’t listen to them haters tryna fill your ears with salt
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| All this revenue coming in, I’ll probably never spend
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| I just bought my BM a Benz, now that’s another Benz
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| I just cut off all of my friends and brought my brothers in
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| I don’t see nobody but me, who I’m gon' lose to?
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| I can’t move around without tools, these niggas loose screws
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| I can see me taking the lead over the new school
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| They remember me from selling weed at my old school
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| Only hit it once and now it’s old news
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| Blew up, who the fuck would knew? |
| Paint my Trackhawk Nipsey Blue
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| If I get one, you get one too, I really move how bosses move
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| I never call myself a G.O.A.T., I leave that love to the people
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| Everybody can’t go to the top, I had to leave some people
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| I’ma be forever scheming, woke up, I thought I was dreaming
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| Watched my lil' boy play with toys, I just dropped a tear of joy
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| Some shit that I feel for
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| I been going crazy with that scoring, call me baby Harden
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| They say I’ll be great, I guess I’m waiting for it
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| Young age, learned how to get paid (We gon' get the money)
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| Big stage, long way from Section 8 (Ballin' other countries)
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| Big wave, he gon' have to get saved (Big old wave)
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| Ridin' in the foreign, chiefin' on the forest
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| I know I wasn’t there for you, at least I said I’m sorry
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| You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless
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| I’m emotionally scarred, that ain’t even your fault
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| But don’t listen to them haters tryna fill your ears with salt
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| Young age, learned how to get paid (We gon' get the money)
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| Big stage, long way from Section 8 (Ballin' other countries)
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| Big wave, he gon' have to get saved (Big old wave)
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| Ridin' in the foreign, chiefin' on the forest
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| I know I wasn’t there for you, at least I said I’m sorry
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| You know what it was, I told you that I was heartless
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| I’m emotionally scarred, that ain’t even your fault
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| But don’t listen to them haters tryna fill your ears with salt |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Emotionally Scarred , by - Lil Baby. Song from the album My Turn, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп