| Yeah yeah, Scar
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| Dubs, yeah, woo
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| Might need your neck back in a cast
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| Where’s my Gin?
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| I’m still lit fam
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| This next step is a big gap
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| Might drop shit from Riff Raff
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| It’s mad
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| I’ve been swimmin' in these racks
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| 3 tracks, 1 day
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| I complete that, easy done
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| You don’t know where I’m really from
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| I’m really on
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| Used to have rhythms on my mp3 player
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| Burned them down from a CD ROM
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| I took a break, I was so far gone
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| Had to get back to the roots I’m from
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| Young Scarlxrd still gets what he wants
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| Used to write 16 chillin' in the back of the bus
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| Yeah trust me bruv, it’s still on job
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| Don’t think anybody else clocked on
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| They don’t really watch with a watch on
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| Why would that Neil with my Armstrong
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| Really been doin' this non-stop
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| Safe to stay I’m still on one
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| Wanna talk 'bout plays we could run one
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| Never got phased by the top ones
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| They always say that I’m someone
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| I’m so and so and so’s lost son
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| Like blood, are you on drugs?
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| I don’t even care where you come from
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| Jack and gin shots in my body
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| Too many sips and now I feel dodgy
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| Chattin' up every peng ting in the lobby
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| Imma curve her she’s way too snobby
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| You’re not bad so don’t act godly
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| Be like everyone else, you just copy
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| I make power moves like I’m Tommy
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| I got ghosts that don’t haunt me, damn
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| I got so many layers that snaked ya
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| Hit once I cause craters
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| Chillin' and laid back no hard labor
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| Still spit gas I exhale vapor
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| Scarlxrd was my lecturer
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| Now he’s really my saviour
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| Careful he’s out to get ya
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| I just passed all my majors
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| Fuck that, I still walk through badlands with no one
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| But myself and my hands
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| I might aim them both at your snapback
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| You will get burned away with no sun tan, yeah
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| I’m just gassin'
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| I always gotta look good camera’s flashin'
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| Gonna spit bars for my boys on manors
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| Wanna kick back in my mansion?
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| Smarter than most, man
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| I got a big brain
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| Been insane since my last?
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| It’s engraved it still is waiting
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| But fuck her she’s way too crazy, yeah
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| I’m still the waviest guy
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| Get up and vibe
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| I live my life for the high
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| Writing my lines in the night
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| Can’t take my steez, I’m too fly
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| I’m on my way so I tell them goodbye
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| Caught two flights here a nigga’s worldwide
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| Left in the dark when I knock out the lights
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| I don’t need anybody’s advice Nah, yeah
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| My? |
| off safety
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| All in lately
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| They act snakey
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| Music changed me
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| Write bars daily
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| My arms achy
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| Been only two weeks
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| Fortnight bravery
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| All the wheelin' got my mind hazy
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| They like me because I’m tasty
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| Why they always trying to shame me
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| Like my style was out in the 80's
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| I’m underground like the Navy
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| I start chillin' everybody gets wavy
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| I’m a young earthquake ground is shaky
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| Clouds the sky but the place is rainy
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| Spend a day pennin' up facts
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| I’ll go up like DeLorean doors
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| Why would I want to take trips to the past
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| Write my future war on sound
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| When I drop tapes I shake some ground
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| New wave earthquake Richter sound
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| It’s a shame what they wanna do for the Pounds
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| Can’t talk shit if you’ve never sold out
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| Still a no-show but everyone’s gassed
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| Had to step into the rave with a mask
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| You really don’t really my team in the dance
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| You might leave with your neck back in the cast, oh geez, oh geez
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| Oh geez
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| Yeah, woo
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| Scarlxrd!
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| Over it, bye, I’m done |