Beautiful Scars

Yeah
Ballin on these niggas I got killa instinct
Fuck nigga try me we gone leave him extinct
Big Oochi but the hoes call me big brinks
In the BACKSTREET with them boys
We up them poles we N*SYNC

Nigga talkin crazy then he must be off his meds
Guillotine you snakes niggas, off wit his head
Fuck a nigga bitch and then I left the hoe on read
Bro went stupid with the EDD, they call me special Ed
All this ice on me and a nigga ain't froze yet
You ain't never gotta ask Wally where his pole at
You ain't never gotta ask Wally where his bros at
We shine harder than the sunshine state now take a kodak
I was 15 moving 460 grams
Way before the rappin we was back to back in quarter lambs
I ain't gotta talk it but she love the way the money sound
Rich nigga she know broke niggas, I ain't one of them
Fightin for his life he felt round after round yea
All up in his chest nigga should've wore a vest nigga
We gone leave a mess nigga leave yo nigga stretch nigga
All these white diamonds got these fuck niggas oppressed nigga
I ain't gotta page her but she know I'm doin numbers
For all them cold nights we rockin minks up in the summer
Bitch know I'm a stunna got the game from my mama
No security we got mo pipes then a plumma
She couldn't hold it down wanna be there for the come up
We just left the mall and fucked up comma after comma
My neck look like Madonna in my city I'm Obama
Her eye on my pocket like Leela Futurama
Never would I save her plus she know that I'm a playa
Me and DIMI locked in that's a favor for a fava
Crib got no neighbors in the hills countin acres
JTA my 9-5 is ballin nigga with no labor

Draco's and AR's we swing like guitars
Red bottom stepper like I'm walkin on mars
You niggas fly out broke broads, I'm flying abroad
All these tats on my body they cover beautiful scars



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Writer(s): Walter-lee Simmons
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