Scarred For Life by Tiny Boost Lyrics
[Intro: Tiny Boost, ?]
[?] when we rep it's time to shoot
'Cause I'm out here, I'm banging at youts
Job done when I bang out-
[?] and get a mindshot
After the trap, still hollering at J
Catch me beating a jezzie with a nine on my waist
Hello Tiny Boost, my name is Jane
We just need to get to know a little bit more
So when you're ready, tell us about your story
Yeah, yeah
[Verse]
Fumes from them crack pipes
Stepping over dope needles
You know you're scarred for life, when the image won't leave you
You ever sat parole, knowing they ain't gon' free you?
As for my dead niggas, don't know when I'm gon' see you
Cah, I done did it
All out there
Shit I risked it all out there
Praying to the most, I, Lord know that's all I fear
Tiny Boost, you the realest
Yeah, yeah
That's all I hear
What about all my niggas? Can't forget that we was all out there
Really going hard on that trap shit
You got a pack, I got a pack shit
You got a strap, I got my strap shit
You got my back, I got your back shit
Everything I preach, you know I put into my practice
I ain't have no mummy money
Had to get that bloody money
Talking straight out that dirt
Yeah that real muddy money
Legend in these streets, your favourite rapper ain't got nuttin' on me
Day and night on that block, saw the reaper coming for me
Why you think I had it on me?
I weren't tryna go that day
Niggas caught a case on fold, nah I couldn't go that way
Back to the wall, standing straight, you know the soldier way
Numb to the pain, it's like my heart filled with novocaine
I don't feel the love no more
Bitch on my dick, and I don't even wanna fuck no more
Shit ain't even fun no more
I'm tryna eat, I don't wan' sell these drugs no more
I wan' peace, I don't wanna own my gun no more
But, fuck niggas been talkin' 'bout killing me
Faker niggas hating 'cause these niggas can't get rid of me
Seriously, niggas will never be as real as me
My state of minds state of military
Differently
Darg I'm on some different type of time
Niggas ain't my kind
That's why you don't see them by my side
It's fucked cah them used to be my guys
And shit, I'm still surprised at all the things that I survived
But I'ma, ride until I die
And get, high off this ganja
Can't stand my boys cah they can't recognise my hunger
Probably drill rap, if I was couple years younger
But I'm OG, from the top of my ends, to the tips of both feet
And I'm tryna get a M, so I rarely go sleep
These niggas ain't solid G, they built so weak
And they're moving like sheeps
Word to Little Bo Pete
I got niggas in that jam that I can't even go see
Uh, Younger on a 30 rec
Lucky on a 32
TM got a 36
Little Brantz birded too
Termz gone, Taz gone
Sykez, he got murdered too
If you was me, and I was you, shit you'd be hurting too
Real niggas from my hood
You ain't know we lost a few
I could name a few more, but the points already proved
I'm, O so official
Uh, money not an issue
Remember when I spent my last stack to get a pistol
Shit was kinda cheap
True, it probably had a body on
I can't even speak on where I got it from
Me and fuckboys never got along
I'm a problem don't nobody want
Sneak diss me, I cannot respond
'Cause I ain't really with this rapping
I'm just tryna make something happen
'Cause if it ain't slanging or banging
It's [?] time hanging
Rope around your neck
Might as well set it shoot to death
Matter of fact, that's what I overcome
All the shit I bust case for that I done
I'm grateful
I tell myself, don't let that money change you
And through all that bullshit, you must remain you
'Cause look at what it came to
We was near enough eating from the same spoon
Now we can't even be up in that same room
Fuck niggas
[Outro: Tiny Boost, ?]
Yeah
Tiny Boost
SN1
Street Dreams
Wow (You know how it is)
Thank you for sharing your story
I'm gonna... get my notes together, and I'll buck you in... let's say, at the end of the year?
[?] when we rep it's time to shoot
'Cause I'm out here, I'm banging at youts
Job done when I bang out-
[?] and get a mindshot
After the trap, still hollering at J
Catch me beating a jezzie with a nine on my waist
Hello Tiny Boost, my name is Jane
We just need to get to know a little bit more
So when you're ready, tell us about your story
Yeah, yeah
[Verse]
Fumes from them crack pipes
Stepping over dope needles
You know you're scarred for life, when the image won't leave you
You ever sat parole, knowing they ain't gon' free you?
As for my dead niggas, don't know when I'm gon' see you
Cah, I done did it
All out there
Shit I risked it all out there
Praying to the most, I, Lord know that's all I fear
Tiny Boost, you the realest
Yeah, yeah
That's all I hear
What about all my niggas? Can't forget that we was all out there
Really going hard on that trap shit
You got a pack, I got a pack shit
You got a strap, I got my strap shit
You got my back, I got your back shit
Everything I preach, you know I put into my practice
I ain't have no mummy money
Had to get that bloody money
Talking straight out that dirt
Yeah that real muddy money
Legend in these streets, your favourite rapper ain't got nuttin' on me
Day and night on that block, saw the reaper coming for me
Why you think I had it on me?
I weren't tryna go that day
Niggas caught a case on fold, nah I couldn't go that way
Back to the wall, standing straight, you know the soldier way
Numb to the pain, it's like my heart filled with novocaine
I don't feel the love no more
Bitch on my dick, and I don't even wanna fuck no more
Shit ain't even fun no more
I'm tryna eat, I don't wan' sell these drugs no more
I wan' peace, I don't wanna own my gun no more
But, fuck niggas been talkin' 'bout killing me
Faker niggas hating 'cause these niggas can't get rid of me
Seriously, niggas will never be as real as me
My state of minds state of military
Differently
Darg I'm on some different type of time
Niggas ain't my kind
That's why you don't see them by my side
It's fucked cah them used to be my guys
And shit, I'm still surprised at all the things that I survived
But I'ma, ride until I die
And get, high off this ganja
Can't stand my boys cah they can't recognise my hunger
Probably drill rap, if I was couple years younger
But I'm OG, from the top of my ends, to the tips of both feet
And I'm tryna get a M, so I rarely go sleep
These niggas ain't solid G, they built so weak
And they're moving like sheeps
Word to Little Bo Pete
I got niggas in that jam that I can't even go see
Uh, Younger on a 30 rec
Lucky on a 32
TM got a 36
Little Brantz birded too
Termz gone, Taz gone
Sykez, he got murdered too
If you was me, and I was you, shit you'd be hurting too
Real niggas from my hood
You ain't know we lost a few
I could name a few more, but the points already proved
I'm, O so official
Uh, money not an issue
Remember when I spent my last stack to get a pistol
Shit was kinda cheap
True, it probably had a body on
I can't even speak on where I got it from
Me and fuckboys never got along
I'm a problem don't nobody want
Sneak diss me, I cannot respond
'Cause I ain't really with this rapping
I'm just tryna make something happen
'Cause if it ain't slanging or banging
It's [?] time hanging
Rope around your neck
Might as well set it shoot to death
Matter of fact, that's what I overcome
All the shit I bust case for that I done
I'm grateful
I tell myself, don't let that money change you
And through all that bullshit, you must remain you
'Cause look at what it came to
We was near enough eating from the same spoon
Now we can't even be up in that same room
Fuck niggas
[Outro: Tiny Boost, ?]
Yeah
Tiny Boost
SN1
Street Dreams
Wow (You know how it is)
Thank you for sharing your story
I'm gonna... get my notes together, and I'll buck you in... let's say, at the end of the year?