Lyrics Scars - Lil Berete

Scars

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 aint finna finish
What you fuckin started
I gave her anything she want
But I ain’t finna promise
She get freaky she get strippy
Cause I’m worth a couple racks
Couple diamonds on 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
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 oops 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
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