! SEE THE SCARS 2 (feat. H4LFTIME)

Yeah Hah (Makoto-san) My vision turned bright when I saw all these bands I might do me a show and dap all of my fans I got my heart broke in the past just like damn If it weren't for money; be lost in a trance My life is a movie; it's prolly directed by $AM And he say he my twin, I got too many fam 0UTC4ST on my label I might as well stick with that brand I was always a star, but now I can Hop in a fast car I cannot catch any feelings So imma do the dash in my nascar Swerve in a 'Rari, bitch I am not sorry, You cannot get into the push-to-start Fuck that bitch I ain't never really gave a fuck about nothing but cash and cars And I tried to help but you broke us apart Now I'm flexing on you but you still see the scars Okay, you is a bitch I don't give a fuck bout your problems I'm telling you I don't owe you shit Imma forget about texting you back Until I see the diamonds shining on your wrist I spent a couple racks in Louis V I might spend the same amount on some kicks Spend the same amount on some Ricks Spend the same amount on this fit Yeah-yeah, yeah Spent like 25 on the fit To look like this, you gotta take a risk I spent a check, mix my heart on my kicks All these diamonds on my neck, but bitch, I end up lit Sooner or later, they gon' know who I am Learned from my losses, I turned to the man Never put trust into somebody else 'Cause all you really need's yourself, right? Looking at myself like I am too conceded, I'm so in-love with myself, like I don't need nobody else Tell her, she fall from the sky That lil' bitch more than a dime Come and hop inside my ride Hop in a fast car I cannot catch any feelings So imma do the dash in my nascar Swerve in a 'Rari, bitch I am not sorry, You cannot get into the push-to-start Fuck that bitch I ain't never really gave a fuck about nothing but cash and cars And I tried to help but you broke us apart Now I'm flexing on you but you still see the scars Okay, you is a bitch I don't give a fuck bout your problems I'm telling you I don't owe you shit Imma forget about texting you back Until I see the diamonds shining on your wrist I spent a couple racks in Louis V I might spend the same amount on some kicks Spend the same amount on some Ricks Spend the same amount on this fit I got a bag and I did it again Shoutout Lil Tecca, we flying to France I got the money, the racks, yeah the bands The Mike with Amiri put that on the pants I'm in that new Audi, swerving in V10 The money so long, I don't think that it ends A bitch with my trust, I don't think I can lend I got the Prada, mix it with the Fend Haha Five times out of ten, I'll be rocking the Owens Lil' Bitch; she talk like a fucking opponent I cannot get distracted from money, I know it I'm smoking that gas, a motherfucker floating She thinking for her, imma crease all my Jordan's But when I walk out, I know she's not important I can't hear them talking when I'm in the foreign Yeah-yeah, whoa Bitch I'm on go and they want me to stop I ain't heard what they said so I said imma drop And they catching my VVS shine on the spot And they say that they with me, but they really not If you look at my fit, this shit add to a lot Like "Makoto too fly" like I would've said not And she really a diva so I never bought Hop in a fast car I cannot catch any feelings So imma do the dash in my nascar Swerve in a 'Rari, bitch I am not sorry, You cannot get into the push-to-start Fuck that bitch I ain't never really gave a fuck about nothing but cash and cars And I tried to help but you broke us apart Now I'm flexing on you but you still see the scars Okay, you is a bitch I don't give a fuck bout your problems I'm telling you I don't owe you shit Imma forget about texting you back Until I see the diamonds shining on your wrist I spent a couple racks in Louis V I might spend the same amount on some kicks Spend the same amount on some Ricks Spend the same amount on this fit Yeah-yeah, whoa Yeah-yeah, yeah (Makoto-san)