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trenchbabydrip - scars lyrics

i only do purple if i’m in my feelings
if you see me do percs then i plan on do drilling
i don’t wanna hurt him they want me to k!ll him
ptsd coming from a revenge
i done been scarred mentally, physically, emotionally
ain’t looking for love all the women keep hoeing me
i’m losing my brothers this ain’t how it’s ‘posed to be
can get suicidal sometimes don’t get close to me

come from the bottom with all of these problems
loaded clips on a stick we ain’t ducking who shot him
ducking 12 with cousins the police they caught him
me i’m the driver i push it we lost ‘em
i see the dissing i don’t do the internet
told my cousin to leave it ‘lone we don’t get into that
a couple a funeral i couldn’t even attend to that
she got time to go hoeing but can’t even text me back
ain’t no hard feelings i’m tryna get heavy racks
chase a bag on the top of the mountain it’s heavy racks
my mental disorders the only thing set me back
them hoes did me dirty i still want my exes back
i pray to the christ i got demons all on my back
i got karma she after me for what my brothers did
police ain’t get word out of me i don’t trust them pigs
wrong state of mind i can’t even talk to my fans
i know that they hate me they don’t want me around
she just wanna break me she wanna see me down
i get it
don’t n0body owe me my scars turn to trophies
don’t n0body owe me my scars turn to trophies
if i’m in the hood, see a op we gone drop ‘em
keep on speaking my name in them songs they gone pop ya
and my songs for the streets where the grammy ain’t popular
dealing my pain with them pills and i was poppin’ em
can’t get my heart broke i got options i promise
no emotions no feelings dead bodies i saw ‘em
do ya good and get money that’s all i can offer ya
i left roses outside ya door hope you took all of ‘em
and all of my women can leave i don’t need none of ‘em
don’t promote these meds but i’ll never be done with ‘em
i’m being for real cause i only need one of ‘em
i sound like a addict i promise not one of them
the way that i cope with depression i hope you don’t do it
i’m trying to protect my brain from these heartbreaks and these shootings
you snitched on my cousin i still cannot get it
she just like the rest of ‘em thought she was different
poet of the streets i’m the poet for the trenches
oh i swear he gone get it we don’t pay attention
the beef is to deep we ain’t squashing the tension
bodies done dropped and they team steady dissin’
they sn+tched his chain off his neck it was glistening
others got knocked for not minding they business
without his boys he ain’t standing on business
i pray to the christ for forgiveness for sinning
it’s hard for my life cause i’m going through vengeance
i wonder bout bro ‘nem i heard he went missing
putting yo trust in somebody that snake you the feeling, i hate it
putting yo trust in the medicine take away the feeling, i take it
feeling cursed feeling forsaken
god i’m sorry it’s like when i’m going through the only time i been praying
come from the bottom with all of these problems
loaded clips on a stick we ain’t ducking who shot him
ducking 12 with cousins the police they caught him
me i’m the driver i push it we lost ‘em
i see the dissing i don’t do the internet
told my cousin to leave it ‘lone we don’t get into that
a couple a funeral i couldn’t een attend to that
she got time to go hoeing but can’t even text me back
ain’t no hard feelings i’m tryna get heavy racks
chase a bag on the top of the mountain it’s heavy racks
my mental disorders the only thing set me back
them hoes did me dirty i still want my exes back
i pray to the christ i got demons all on my back
i got karma she after me for what my brothers did
police ain’t get word out of me i don’t trust them pigs
wrong state of mind i can’t even talk to my fans

- trenchbabydrip lyrics

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