Lyrics Scars Run Deep - Problematic

Scars Run Deep

This that beat go ballistic on
Next at bat but there’s no baton
I’ve been demonstrating to the youth an inspiration
I ain’t really tryna fit in cause I don’t belong
Label me a genius like my name Ray Charles
Did it on my own with no referral
I hope that you know that up until now
Been a warmup man I’m really 'bout to go wild
Enough with the critics, top line gimmicks
Spit it so divine for the next 4 minutes
Back and forth in my mind like tennis
Who the hell are you to judge, only God my witness
I need a bad bitch that go both ways
Plus a king size bed where my queen can lay
A platinum plaque and a Billboard?
Hey!
Wouldn’t that be cool?
You should probably clout chase
I need something to get out this slump
With these bad habits can’t break this rut
Everybody so jealous where I come from
Still fighting through the pain activate that pump
No disrespect when I state these facts
Shouts out to Crypt and No Life Shaq
But reaction channels simply won’t react
To artists like me cause the views not stacked
But I’m a man on a mission
Understand I’ll advance with a plan that’s forbidden
When I write get hyped so amped start sinning
You don’t like my style?
Don’t God damn listen
I remember those days when I had no pot to piss in
Know we’ve come a long way but there still is something missing
Stay lyrically insane murder any competition
Now I’m riding that wave like I’m in Hawaii surfing
(Not a fuck given!)
My scars run deep
Scars run deep
Man I’m so unique
Still waiting for the day that happiness gonna come and dawn on me
Wait no…
It’s never gonna happen
How the hell did I lose my passion?
Get back to the lab stop slacking
Work best when I’m pissed so savage
Gotta keep running
Gotta keep running
With my feet on solid ground every time I come around
I just gotta keep running
Gotta keep running
Gotta keep running
I’ve been at the tippy top
Ain’t no way Ima flop
I just gotta keep running
It’s Nic nac paddy wac rapper with a six pack
Even if I’m putting out trash getting my bag
Sorta getting sidetracked
Tell me where my mind’s at?
Mental health matters, empathetic?
Yes I’m that
Stop comparing me to NF, I am not him
If we collaborated that would be enticing
Shouts out to the realest on the map
Talking Real Young Swagg, Vin Jay and Dax
Tell your boy Sik World we needa do a song
Bet we would blow it up like some fucking napalm
B-Mike's dope and my homeboy Lyst
If someone wants to cross me be my guest
I never would imagine that it’d be like this
If I was in your shoes I’d too be pissed
Like Kobe in the clutch I cannot miss
Haters praying on my downfall, won’t regress
I’m… going H.A.M.
with the multi syllables
I’m far from original so dark and subliminal
The beast unleashed I’m gone to the pinnacle
And when I face defeat I’m kicking back literal
Staying optimistic through the toughest times
When I’m reminiscing I don’t feel alright
So I get a pen and pad, hop up on the mic
Just conveying to the fans what my life is truly like (Uh)
My scars run deep
Scars run deep
Man I’m so unique
Still waiting for the day that happiness gonna come and dawn on me
Wait no…
It’s never gonna happen
How the hell did I lose my passion?
Get back to the lab stop slacking
Work best when I’m pissed so savage
Gotta keep running
Gotta keep running
With my feet on solid ground every time I come around
I just gotta keep running
Gotta keep running
Gotta keep running
I’ve been at the tippy top
Ain’t no way Ima flop
I just gotta keep running
I’ve been staying to myself I’m a lone wolf
Agitated so I write up in my notebook
Em paved the way, now I’m about to elevate
To another level you can simply never emulate
Always in my element like the letter O
Wanna know how I’ve been?
Kinda feeling low
So frustrated I just can’t contain it
Then I pick apart my thoughts wonder how I’d make it?!
I’m thankful for the fans and support I get
But the weight up on my shoulders feel like two ton bricks
Never satisfied getting paid for my art, bottom line
Been a little bitter but I will meet bliss
Everyday I’m getting better told myself I won’t surrender
You’re remaining obsolete as I’m planning my endeavours
Did it all without a mentor then I made a little cheddar
I’m a schizophrenic living with a short fused temper
Gotta reload high as libido
No time to talk, just hi, bye, finito
Green up on me like God damn casinos
Y’all want the smoke?
I’m arsine so lethal
World all around is just so deceitful
One for the grind and one for my people
Pray through these times like I’m in cathedral
10k on likes you might get a sequel…