Scarface
Yeah
Y'all thought you knew
Something about me
Didn't you
So hard to talk my shit
Yeah, ay yeah
Walk around dead already
Like I blend in with the morgue
Think you headed for the light
And then you ended in the storm
Get your bread up if you're bored
I was fed up of the norm
Picked my head up off the desk
And the rest, had to destroy
I conquer more while you Conform
To the matrix in which you've sworn
To be the most faithful servant
Of this mental war
That they've waged on your brain
I've rearranged my fate
Soldier with the scar-face
Bitches stood him up on dates
Till I cooked up with the bass
Whipped the rap game into shape
How'd this white boy integrate
I come from a tortured place
It turned me into Norman Bates
Record my stories over break loops
And made fruit
I came through and blazed through
They gave one I take two
Tabbed up and dapped up God
On my last spiritual breakthrough
They move lips, I make moves
Told my old girl it's a cold world
Gotta stay cool
Baby girl, I just hope that you
Stay cool
Running round town
What you giving it up for
I gotta keep her on my control
Gotta stay relentless baby
So tell me
What you giving it up for
If you don't love me
Then just leave me bitch
I couldn't pick up my girls
Cause I couldn't afford
To put gas up in that piece of shit
Need a European bitch
To get my penis licked
When we at odds
I'm the last one
To try to even with
Oddball but even if
I plead the fifth
I wonder if my producers
Are gonna ever let me
Release this shit
Deflated and defeated
Since we need a crib
Vagabond with a genie wish
Hit a million dollar lick
I don't know where
My genie went
You weenie-hut scheming sluts
Can't break my heart
Don't know that love
Don't mean shit to us
Pick it up and put it back together
Trying to rap forever
Till I get the bag and crash the Lexus
The mass complexions from
A detached citizen
Not in tune
No not a little bit
Just with the hoes I fiddle with
Two at a time
Like I'm Malcolm in the middle bitch
Lowkey like Tom Hiddleston
Catch the riddles of a poet
Spit so much crack
I got South Jersey dope sick
Oh shit
Drink tequila and throw fits
In the field like Coco Crisp
Been broke since '06
Destined to make it since I was born
I take my final form
Like acid off a Santana spinal chord
Running round town
What you giving it up for
I gotta keep her on my control
Gotta stay relentless baby
So tell me
What you giving it up for
So tell me
What you giving it up for
Y'all thought you knew
Something about me
Didn't you
So hard to talk my shit
Yeah, ay yeah
Walk around dead already
Like I blend in with the morgue
Think you headed for the light
And then you ended in the storm
Get your bread up if you're bored
I was fed up of the norm
Picked my head up off the desk
And the rest, had to destroy
I conquer more while you Conform
To the matrix in which you've sworn
To be the most faithful servant
Of this mental war
That they've waged on your brain
I've rearranged my fate
Soldier with the scar-face
Bitches stood him up on dates
Till I cooked up with the bass
Whipped the rap game into shape
How'd this white boy integrate
I come from a tortured place
It turned me into Norman Bates
Record my stories over break loops
And made fruit
I came through and blazed through
They gave one I take two
Tabbed up and dapped up God
On my last spiritual breakthrough
They move lips, I make moves
Told my old girl it's a cold world
Gotta stay cool
Baby girl, I just hope that you
Stay cool
Running round town
What you giving it up for
I gotta keep her on my control
Gotta stay relentless baby
So tell me
What you giving it up for
If you don't love me
Then just leave me bitch
I couldn't pick up my girls
Cause I couldn't afford
To put gas up in that piece of shit
Need a European bitch
To get my penis licked
When we at odds
I'm the last one
To try to even with
Oddball but even if
I plead the fifth
I wonder if my producers
Are gonna ever let me
Release this shit
Deflated and defeated
Since we need a crib
Vagabond with a genie wish
Hit a million dollar lick
I don't know where
My genie went
You weenie-hut scheming sluts
Can't break my heart
Don't know that love
Don't mean shit to us
Pick it up and put it back together
Trying to rap forever
Till I get the bag and crash the Lexus
The mass complexions from
A detached citizen
Not in tune
No not a little bit
Just with the hoes I fiddle with
Two at a time
Like I'm Malcolm in the middle bitch
Lowkey like Tom Hiddleston
Catch the riddles of a poet
Spit so much crack
I got South Jersey dope sick
Oh shit
Drink tequila and throw fits
In the field like Coco Crisp
Been broke since '06
Destined to make it since I was born
I take my final form
Like acid off a Santana spinal chord
Running round town
What you giving it up for
I gotta keep her on my control
Gotta stay relentless baby
So tell me
What you giving it up for
So tell me
What you giving it up for
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Writer(s): Alfonse Faiella
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