Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song These Scars, artist - Meek Mill. Album song Wins & Losses, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Maybach
Song language: English
These Scars |
| When I was on 'gram entertaining all the rap beefs |
| We was on the hood goin' to war on the backstreets |
| Bulletproof Caddy like who said they gon' get at me |
| Pull up in your hood, niggas running like a track meet |
| No more Rollies, I’m just buying more properties |
| Young niggas watching me, give 'em that game properly |
| Past go twice, skip jail, build a monopoly |
| Don’t let 'em trick you outta your spot |
| Nigga you gotta be retardo if you could treat me out this new Gallardo |
| Since I been gettin' it, ain’t miss a season from Ricardo |
| Tisci when they see me, know me at Wells Fargo |
| Still rappin' like it’s no tomorrow |
| So I don’t have to stand, let me borrow |
| And let you in my circle, but that’s coming with a cost though |
| You don’t work, you gon' starve yo |
| Dime in the crib, tip-toeing on the marble |
| Rockin' all this ice, I’m just tryna hide my scars tho |
| Somethin' 'bout that Wraith and them lights, how them stars glow |
| Give me motivation, out in Miami, know the Haitians |
| All the hitters got the bitches and I’m MMG |
| A legend on Collins how they gon' remember me |
| Young niggas |
| The land they gave us was always ours |
| Don’t close the door, you owe us more, uhh |
| I know that it’s hard to face reality, mm |
| And when they changed, they were all surprised but me |
| And we buy Wraiths to hide behind these stars, yeah |
| And we rock all this ice just to hide these scars |
| If you never seen a dream fade away behind all these bars |
| And only God can touch your soul behind all these bars, oh |
| Patek on, iced out, yeah yeah (Yeah, yeah) |
| Hundred rounds, brrr, spend live by (Brr) |
| Drankin' purple lean, fuck Moscato |
| Ridin' in them Wraiths like a shotta (Skrrt skrrt) |
| Skipped out of school, whipped a deuce to a four |
| Chanel on my whore, got the marble on my floor |
| Ten mil' deal just to wear Diadora |
| I secure the bag first round, that’s of course |
| Cocaina white inside, that’s a Porsche |
| Came from the gutter, nigga trapping is a sport |
| Young nigga don’t spray the drum in the court |
| Pass the Actavis, pop the seal like a cork |
| They running out of info, making rumors, what’s your source? |
| Friends turned to foes, niggas leavin' me no choice |
| Hoes gettin' exposed, make a nigga cut them short |
| Hit a few licks before I made it out of choice |
| The land they gave us was always ours |
| Don’t close the door, you owe us more, uhh |
| I know that it’s hard to face reality, mm |
| And when they changed, they were all surprised but me |
| And we buy Wraiths to hide behind these stars, yeah |
| And we rock all this ice just to hide these scars |
| If you never seen a dream fade away behind all these bars |
| And only God can touch your soul behind all these bars, oh |