Scars - Lil Berete

Try to get up out the hood

Ain’t none changed I’m still a project baby

Can’t switch for cheese

I know we different cause my momma raised me

Slagging nines and banging sticks

To deep in the streets don’t try to save me

If I close my eyes and turn my back

I bet these niggas snack me

Come around the hood

Bunch of thuggas strapped up like the navy’s

I was showing

Had to cut some friends cause they moving shady

Ran off on the plug

Did him dirty he got counterfeited

Better not run your mouth

And point a finger like your partner did it

Been through the worst and dark nights

But no I’m counting digits

She hold her purse

I got my strap in case a nigga want it

Fuck my ex she keep calling me

Like baby sorry

Tell me how I turned a target

Just cause I’m an artist

These hundreds all up in my pockets

I don’t need a wallet

And I don’t make no problems

But my niggas always solve it

To be honest you aint finna finish

What you fuckin started

I gave her anything she want

But I ain’t finna promise

She get freaky she get strippy

Cause I’m worth a couple racks

Couple diamonds on my chest

I might just leave with her like that yeah yeah

And she get freaky in the back yeah

I change the sheets and move on to the next yeah

And she came here with a friend yeah

We turn up like the weekend every night yeah

Paranoia got me geeking

Put my team on it

She said that she was gon ride

I put some wheels on it

Know some niggas that would kill and

Do a bid for me (yeah)

But I rather put some tints on me

Pull up back to back

I got some shooter that got my back

And my niggas in the cell and I hope

He make it back

I just woke up in the hood

Can’t waste no time gotta get that strap

Know my oops they want me whacked

But I ain’t going out like that

And my brodie did a couple years

But he finally made it back

Took my brother like the other day

And We finally got them whacked

In these streets they got us struggling

I had to walk down with my pack

Got a youngin and I love him

Tried to tell him don’t sell no crack

Got some niggas whipping

Shocking making traps do jumping jacks

Finesse the plug

He tried to tell me where my money at?

Don’t worry about it nigga cause I’m where that money at

Your bitch she all up on me and I guess I’m flirting back

She get freaky she get strippy

Cause I’m worth a couple racks

Couple diamonds in my chest

I might just leave with her like that yeah yeah

And she get freaky in the back yeah

I change the sheets and move on to the next yeah

And she came here with a friend yeah

We turn up like the weekend every night yeah yeah