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