Forever Scarred

Forever scarred, forever scarred
This might be the realest shit I ever wrote
All facts, no lies
What it do?
I pray to the Lord and I ask for forgiveness
I still remember times way back, I was sinnin'
Clutchin' the rods, I didn’t have a penny
Just me and my brothers late night with them glizzies
Tryna hit us a lick, anybody can get it
When you down on your dick, that’s a hell of a feelin'
That’s why my homeboys doin' fifteen in prison
'Cause three of 'em ratted, pussy nigga winnin'
That shit there was tragic, I would never forget it
I would tell you what happened but that ain’t your business
This way 'fore the rappin', we was stuck in the trenches
Tryna get off a package and stack it and flip it
I didn’t have a daddy, had to go and go get it
Them niggas wasn’t trappin', I’m the only one did it
I’m talkin' eighth grade, I been runnin' up digits
You better ask Noogie, that bitch know how I’m livin'
Or you can ask Cam 'bout them nights in the kitchen
Whippin' up frog, ain’t talkin' 'bout literally
Made list go crazy, they call every minute
I be whippin' straight drop, that blow shit was endin'
Now we servin' that- shh, the feds might be listenin'
Just know it’s called food, you can shoot, you can sniff it
This shit take a tool, got the best in the city
Ain’t none of them dudes in the game fuckin' with me
I run with some shottas who ready to pop it
Just pull up and drop it, flip your ass like a Whopper
I’m really fucked up, boy, you don’t want my problems
Run up and get touched, plus we ain’t brought a collar
Last nigga got flushed 'cause he thought he was harder
Two shots made him dust like, «Go talk to your father»
First you thinkin' you tough, wanna flex with the war
You can’t take nothin' from us, watch somebody get slaughtered
That should tell you, bitch, it ain’t no game
Don’t speak on my name, better not reach for no chain
Them the quickest two things that make you lose your brain
We gon' pull up and bang, just watch your shit hang
Someone should’ve told them, stay in they lane
I worked for this shit, you ain’t walk through the rain
You wasn’t servin' a thing, probably never seen 'caine
I done did it all, bitch you can’t feel my pain
People don’t know, I done been through some shit
Watched some niggas get hit, watched some people die quick
Cashed out on a brick and went bought me a stick
Took the stock off and put a drum on that bitch
You know it stay with me, I went shot to Texas
And got pulled over, had to take the lick
Sat a few days, went and paid for a lawyer
Then got right back out, I ain’t got time to sit
Went back to the block and the feds hit the spot
Next thing you know, now I’m back in that bitch
Probation home, ain’t nowhere I can go
It took like a week 'til I got out that shit
Came back home and went back again
Three times in a month, Lord knows I was sick
I knew what it was, the devil was on me
Had to get him off, God was sendin' me hints
I pray to the Lord and I ask for forgiveness
I still remember times way back, I was sinnin'
Clutchin' the rods, I didn’t have a penny
Just me and my brothers late night with them glizzies
Tryna hit us a lick, anybody can get it
When you down on your dick, that’s a hell of a feelin'
That’s why my homeboys doin' fifteen in prison
'Cause three of 'em ratted, pussy nigga winnin'
That shit there was tragic, I would never forget it
I would tell you what happened but that ain’t your business
This way 'fore the rappin', we was stuck in the trenches
Tryna get off a package and stack it and flip it
I didn’t have a daddy, had to go and go get it
Them niggas wasn’t trappin', I’m the only one did it
I’m talkin' eighth grade, I been runnin' up digits
You better ask Noogie, that bitch know how I’m livin'
Real shit
Ayy, for real, I was fucked up at one point, ayy
Just imagine you goin' to jail three times in a month
That shit’ll have you, like, wonderin' what the fuck you done did
But shit happens, you gotta go through shit and learn from it, you know
But look though
This Forever Scarred, the mixtape
True story
2X FG shit forever, grah