Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Scattered , by - Styles P. Release date: 10.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Scattered |
| Noah whatup! |
| Lets get to it |
| Soulful music as usual |
| Always smoking |
| Close minded niggas hand me and get open |
| I rhyme deep |
| Life is a bitch but pussy is so sweet |
| So is money but niggas is so cheap |
| Why dont you let me get a second and roll up this gold leaf |
| Pandemic or plandemic |
| Ask the wagon know the dragon when the man enter |
| I got bars and I’m serving drinks |
| I got plugs and I’m serving links |
| Tryna get the money like Irv did with murder ink |
| I don’t never write, cause if I did it would murder ink |
| Take a deep breath, hold it in nigga murder stink |
| I am death in the flesh |
| I am life in the flesh |
| You know I’m trife in the sesh |
| Everytime I’m in the booth, I put the mic to arrest |
| Ghost! |
| I’m tryna go in peace without sorrow |
| Too many fragments of the spirit have scattered in the streets |
| I’m without a wound in the spirit |
| Shall I leave the city |
| Too many fragments of the spirit have scattered in the streets |
| Stay thriving |
| My third eye is open my nigga, know we surviving |
| You could throw the beat on my nigga know that we riding |
| You could come and eat with the fam know that we driving |
| Stay questing, what’s the question? |
| Do you get less when you really get in your lessons |
| Do you get more when you really lovin' your blessings |
| Do you turn go when you really get to the essence |
| I ask god for a 101 |
| You were searching for a one of one |
| I’m the one to walk when the summer done |
| I’m the summer wolf when the winter leaves |
| Roof like a centipede, born in a den of thieves |
| Still smoke piss out of Hennessy |
| And a lotta pain to it |
| Do it for the dirty niggas cause they ain’t paint to it |
| I’m tryna go in peace without sorrow |
| Too many fragments of the spirit have scattered in the streets |
| I’m without a wound in the spirit |
| Shall I leave the city |
| Too many fragments of the spirit have scattered in the streets |