scar by Your Stepdad Lyrics
[Intro]
Ayy, huh
Yeah
[Verse]
I got a scar on my heart like I'm Tony Montana
I don’t mind talking down all of the niggas that spoke on my back like I don't got a camera
I never listen to media, I'm always watching, I gotta edit the scanner
Hit like a hammer, bro out the slammer, bro got the blammers, stack and stay quiet, fuck all the glamour (Ayy)
Bringing my confidence, always been full of it
Man on a mission, cannot be the government
Act like I’m loyal and she fell in love with it
Psychotic nigga, you can't even stomach it
Promoting music, then I make another one
Locked in the studi' with only my brother'nem
Foеnem went stupid, so I couldn't fuck with them
Walk on thе beat, then I— (Ayy)
Niggas don't know how to feel when I get on the beat
Niggas don't know how to tell me they hate me, so they just start kissing my ass and my feet
I been the one that's been grinding to make sure all of my sandbox niggas can eat
What if I’m wasting my time and these niggas just kill me for weed?
What if— (Ayy, huh)
What if I’m trusting this bitch with my feelings and shorty been plotting this whole time to leave?
What if I'm breaking my bread with a shorty that’s gon' end up leaving for bummies or weed?
What if I'm giving my life for these niggas? They won't even get me the thought off they sleep
How many people gon’ tell me they love me before they could finally get what they need? (Ayy, yeah, uh)
Ayy, huh
Yeah
[Verse]
I got a scar on my heart like I'm Tony Montana
I don’t mind talking down all of the niggas that spoke on my back like I don't got a camera
I never listen to media, I'm always watching, I gotta edit the scanner
Hit like a hammer, bro out the slammer, bro got the blammers, stack and stay quiet, fuck all the glamour (Ayy)
Bringing my confidence, always been full of it
Man on a mission, cannot be the government
Act like I’m loyal and she fell in love with it
Psychotic nigga, you can't even stomach it
Promoting music, then I make another one
Locked in the studi' with only my brother'nem
Foеnem went stupid, so I couldn't fuck with them
Walk on thе beat, then I— (Ayy)
Niggas don't know how to feel when I get on the beat
Niggas don't know how to tell me they hate me, so they just start kissing my ass and my feet
I been the one that's been grinding to make sure all of my sandbox niggas can eat
What if I’m wasting my time and these niggas just kill me for weed?
What if— (Ayy, huh)
What if I’m trusting this bitch with my feelings and shorty been plotting this whole time to leave?
What if I'm breaking my bread with a shorty that’s gon' end up leaving for bummies or weed?
What if I'm giving my life for these niggas? They won't even get me the thought off they sleep
How many people gon’ tell me they love me before they could finally get what they need? (Ayy, yeah, uh)