[Hook:] And it's a permanent scar, you can't forget who you are It don't matter where you go, they say we are who we are When you cook in the raw and you're bad from the start You as cold in your heart, you as cold as your heart
And it's a permanent scar, you can't forget who you are It don't matter where you go, you are who you are And when you cook in the raw and you're bad from the start You as cold as your heart, you as cold as your heart
[Verse 1:] I keep that same mentality when I was facing casualties Goin' through my tragedies, I practice like a athlete Wouldn't believe they had for me Show and prove, don't make believe I'll make you believe, all my thoughts free Privet in a large coat This ain't no shit that I wrote I've been down this road before And I've been on the rollercoast' So many ups and downs and turns Homies droppin' like flies Full strapped forty times Doin' it like send the city guy While I'm on the road, doin' shows, takin' this ride I just got to wear my ankle tracker, commit suicide This the second time I'm goin' back in, the second time You'll get a second chance at livin', nigga I ain't lyin'
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[Verse 2:] I gots the homies, they go hauntin' me, the world too And they ain't comin' back home, they in the cemetery (rest in peace) I wish I made this up, it was a fairytale I know the kingpin's on, the name is Legendary They smoke crack right now, this ain't a Tyler beard This be a about real life, it's very necessary For me to go on in, so I went back in Try to stay in this booth and never come out again My lil' cousin called everybody and he's still fightin' And I got killaz walkin' me 'broad, Future all they recitin' And I can't forget you made me be a too much bide But I ain't gon' hold no grudge, I just know your type
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[Verse 3:] I take a trip a rapper give, run up there like Mx Miff Go to New York with this girl and I come back with a lip Break bread with my team Partner money here her And confidence, I want my music global I'm gonna see who bump their fist I'm gonna change a nigga life So he ain't gotta go through this Don't get caught in my fit Till I'm runnin' 1 0 6 They tracked me 'cross the globe You can have the fame Just give me my soul I could scratch these niggas and go back in that boat Before I lose my respect I stick to the code I hold a tol on my shoulder But I will never fall No snitches allowed, case closed
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Compositores: Rodney Hill Jr, Nayvadius Demun Wilburn, Jon Josef P Miller ECAD: Obra #7033494