Brand New Scars (feat. David Unlayao)

Who got a twenty to put in the J? The ecstasy colorful calling my name I'm standing up straight, showing my hands Don't care if you shoot bitch I'm off of the xans I'm getting real picky with brodies I eat with Committing these crimes and we stay lit I can name all my charges and pay it But bitch I be running to faze it I cannot freeze, bitch I'm up in these streets My cup has been making me lean I got Oxy, Bitch I'm off of these Vicodin making me scream I'm on the road, going real far My brodies go off, off of the bar I'm living my life, writing these stories and bitch I'm Off of these bars You can't wrap your head around it can't believe that I'm a star Going hella far, in the cop car I got scars On my head, on my back, took the glock off of my lap Who got maps I'm tryna dip, tell you stories make it fat Making it fat like my backwoods yeah I can imagine all that yeah Reality really come true yeah and the truth really come true yeah yeah I had to back-splash, your bitch told me back-track I'm running a race, she told me to come back yeah I'm tryna see the bigger picture but some how I'm so behind Aye I started all this rap shit I'm the first one that they find At first it was just jokes, now they fucking with my mind Aye the only thing I love, was just gone cause of crime, Aye, aye, aye, It's Uncle Grace, That's what they used to call me now they think that I'm a lame Who got games? I got games, but there's non for you to play Aye you played with my heart, now this shit just ain't the same, aye I just wanna tell you that I love you yes I do I'm just tryna rub on you, baby girl lets make a move Aye you told me that you'd ride, Until I die I thought this shit was simple like, aye a piece of pie Fuck bitches and fancy cars All I ever need is bars Go through it's the hardest part bout these brand new scars Fuck bitches and fancy cars All I ever need is bars Go through it's the hardest part bout these brand new scars