Lyrics Scarred - Trapboy Freddy

Scarred

I’m gon' make 'em feel me
If you hatin', bitch, you better kill me
I’m so tired of these motherfuckers riding my way
My way
Come up from havin' my swag on a medium trend
Tryna get buildings on buildings
Just to get your arms out of my loopholes
We gotta eat, can’t let us starve
Man, these streets done left us scarred
Gotta get a car for every garage
Reach in the sky, better grab you a star
Breakin' down weed, pass me a cigar
Come up from havin' my swag on a medium trend
Tryna get buildings on buildings
Just to get your arms out of my loopholes
We gotta eat, can’t let us starve
Man, these streets done left us scarred
Gotta get a car for every garage
Reach in the sky, better grab you a star
Breakin' down weed, pass me a cigar
Rocks in my hand on the block with the big boys
We ain’t trippin' 'bout no Bs, we gon' hit hard
Y’all niggas better back up in two cars
Hit your shit back to back, that’s two Rs
Yeah, we fly like propellers, now
Prices used to be high, but they better now
Make her come back to back when I let her down
Used to drive on that work, back to sellin' pounds
Scare 'em all like a haunted house
Dope fiend got down for a hundred slaps
Used to buy work hard, had to cut it down
I’ma call the plug back when I’m runnin' out
You sleep on that block after runnin' 'round
Might post in the car with the window down
Nigga, come with that shit, we gon' gun 'em down
I can get you knocked down for a couple pounds
Come up from havin' my swag on a medium trend
Tryna get buildings on buildings
Just to get your arms out of my loopholes
We gotta eat, can’t let us starve
Man, these streets done left us scarred
Gotta get a car for every garage
Reach in the sky, better grab you a star
Breakin' down weed, pass me a cigar
Come up from havin' my swag on a medium trend
Tryna get buildings on buildings
Just to get your arms out of my loopholes
We gotta eat, can’t let us starve
Man, these streets done left us scarred
Gotta get a car for every garage
Reach in the sky, better grab you a star
Breakin' down weed, pass me a cigar
Ice on me like fallin' water
RIP my main caller
Hell were we aimin' for?
Shout out my mama, you made a star
The drippin' is real, huh?
Still look like I got me a deal, huh?
Ninety-nine traps, used to live a song
Every nigga get caught, his mind, I made it up
Man, these streets done left me scarred
Try so God damn hard
Tryna rap without sellin' hard
I ain’t gon' lie
It gettin' harder and harder
With a Rolly on my wrist like it’s made for it
I done did everything, but paid for it
Keep a couple dirty AKs in the storage
Fuck these rappers and their made-up stories
Nigga been drippin' ever since the beginnin'
Now they mad a young nigga winnin'
I got in my bag and got in my feelings
I turned off my traps and made legal business
I wish daddy was here to witness this
Frank didn’t deserve a fifty-year sentence
Psych in the pen for violatin'
My foot on the gas, I’m tired of waitin'
Come up from havin' my swag on a medium trend
Tryna get buildings on buildings
Just to get your arms out of my loopholes
We gotta eat, can’t let us starve
Man, these streets done left us scarred
Gotta get a car for every garage
Reach in the sky, better grab you a star
Breakin' down weed, pass me a cigar
Come up from havin' my swag on a medium trend
Tryna get buildings on buildings
Just to get your arms out of my loopholes
We gotta eat, can’t let us starve
Man, these streets done left us scarred
Gotta get a car for every garage
Reach in the sky, better grab you a star
Breakin' down weed, pass me a cigar