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Scars
by Handro
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Lord I've been running up your staircase and I'm trying not to fall ya
Lord I been running up your staircase and I'm trying not to fall
And maybe I was born poor but I was made to be a star
I Hopped into this foreign whip I'm rolling rolling really far
Hella sacrifices i made telling stories through these scars ya
Lord I've been running up your staircase and I'm trying not to fall
And maybe I was born poor but I was made to be a star
I Hopped into this foreign whip I'm rolling rolling really far
Hella sacrifices i made telling stories through these scars ya
You can catch me running through these plays but I ain't a player y'all cant match me
Know I'm smooth with the packs yes I'm bringing all these racks in
In Life got too many distractions bitch I'm done with all that chatting
My whole closet on designer she asks baby can we match it
It's love it's love Ya
It's love it's love Ya
Now tell me how I'm supposed to trust yall if you ain't got no real directions
Demons hanging off my walls and these the ones I laid in bed with
Always me myself and my thoughts but girl it's you I wanna break bread with
You're the VV's to my bust down I need you to feel Patekted
If you ain't came to run it up you'll get escorted out my section
Most these men will act like bitches and your main chick probably snitching
AR hold bout thirty two and that bitch came with some extensions
I got glizzy on my left Ya I got Beverage on my right
Had some tensions building up pero mami I ain't tryna fight
Put my trust in four letter words baby its love its love
And you never appreciate it so it's enough enough
Rolling ganja by the Pound I'm takin big puffs big puffs Ya
Every time we blowing racks she wanna link up link up
When I walk up in this bitch know it's a stick up stick up
Every day I risk my life mama's who I'm doing it for
You'll be fumbling the bag I'm just going to pick up pick up
I'm not a killer but don't push me promise I will go the distance
That's on everything I love I'm fireproof I stay resistant
Never thought that I would make it's okay they never listen
Money coming in Straight shots I'm on a Mission
Lord I've been running up your staircase and I'm trying not to fall
And maybe I was born poor but I was made to be a star
I Hopped into this foreign whip I'm rolling rolling really far
Hella sacrifices I made telling stories through these scars Ya
Lord I've been running up your staircase and I'm trying not to fall
And maybe I was born poor but I was made to be a star
I Hopped into this foreign whip I'm rolling rolling really far
Hella sacrifices I made telling stories through these scars Ya
Lord I've been running up your staircase and I'm trying not to fall ya
Lord I been running up your staircase and I'm trying not to fall
And maybe I was born poor but I was made to be a star
I Hopped into this foreign whip I'm rolling rolling really far
Hella sacrifices i made telling stories through these scars ya
Lord I've been running up your staircase and I'm trying not to fall
And maybe I was born poor but I was made to be a star
I Hopped into this foreign whip I'm rolling rolling really far
Hella sacrifices i made telling stories through these scars ya
You can catch me running through these plays but I ain't a player y'all cant match me
Know I'm smooth with the packs yes I'm bringing all these racks in
In Life got too many distractions bitch I'm done with all that chatting
My whole closet on designer she asks baby can we match it
It's love it's love Ya
It's love it's love Ya
Now tell me how I'm supposed to trust yall if you ain't got no real directions
Demons hanging off my walls and these the ones I laid in bed with
Always me myself and my thoughts but girl it's you I wanna break bread with
You're the VV's to my bust down I need you to feel Patekted
If you ain't came to run it up you'll get escorted out my section
Most these men will act like bitches and your main chick probably snitching
AR hold bout thirty two and that bitch came with some extensions
I got glizzy on my left Ya I got Beverage on my right
Had some tensions building up pero mami I ain't tryna fight
Put my trust in four letter words baby its love its love
And you never appreciate it so it's enough enough
Rolling ganja by the Pound I'm takin big puffs big puffs Ya
Every time we blowing racks she wanna link up link up
When I walk up in this bitch know it's a stick up stick up
Every day I risk my life mama's who I'm doing it for
You'll be fumbling the bag I'm just going to pick up pick up
I'm not a killer but don't push me promise I will go the distance
That's on everything I love I'm fireproof I stay resistant
Never thought that I would make it's okay they never listen
Money coming in Straight shots I'm on a Mission
Lord I've been running up your staircase and I'm trying not to fall
And maybe I was born poor but I was made to be a star
I Hopped into this foreign whip I'm rolling rolling really far
Hella sacrifices I made telling stories through these scars Ya
Lord I've been running up your staircase and I'm trying not to fall
And maybe I was born poor but I was made to be a star
I Hopped into this foreign whip I'm rolling rolling really far
Hella sacrifices I made telling stories through these scars Ya
