Scabs & Scriptures (feat. bkayproducer)

Put a bounce in my step 'cause I'm proud nuttin' less on the way

Ping back 'til the mash omaze, East African tug all my stats on the pave

I seen loved ones and cats in the grave, too passionate

Made some savage delays

Names A-D-Z with a capital A, from kway but that's not what the capital say

Mask on like Rey

I don't know how we got a way say I got nine lives

I was tryna make a way until the pot to white

And them sports getting wiped, how is this crop getting dry?

All of these licks, old news, had me feeling like Scrooge on that day until night

I got aims, I'ma always complain bout mine

You'll get FaceTime shots with this locky for lying

Still engaging my atmosphere, this ain't a catch up breh, you're still standing there

I throw cz and bz put my flagship anywhere, I was thrown into the madness here

Browning bubble back clap disappear, I told her, "It's a wrap if I catch shit in here"

Tints all over the window, look don't play that sad shit in here

Always told gotta grind, they won't bless you, bless you, yeah

On the slope all the time with no rescue but I get through, yeah

Pop doors on a glide I hear Jesu, Jesu

I got the pack on the menu, got scabs you should know I can't mend you

Always told gotta grind, they won't bless you, bless you, yeah

On the slope all the time with no rescue but I get through, yeah

Pop doors on a glide I hear Jesu, Jesu

I got the pack on the menu, got scabs you should know I can't mend you

When man go to the dock I don't speak simanyi

I put their trap on E

Hi vis tryna see if guys don't see

Paigon smoke but them guys won't sweep, uh

It's funny how them guys go sleep

Stayed to a phone, tryna strive for a fee

Plain clothes seen me tulawansi

Give me, give me, I can't let down

We go anywhere and bill it right now

Got a brizzy home chilling right now

For the lizzy had me swimming, I ain't drown

Them man on about the same old sound

Make a melody and break more pounds

Don't give me energy and say it's going down

Too many frenemies tryna sit down

Shit turnt me to a lawless kid

I just wanna perform, from young we got bored being poor, now my thoughts in the wrist

Don't force this shit, you'll sting

Got a awkward kick shit ling

I still step tryna blend like camo

Came a long way them threats for the ammo

Them man there drenching friends and famo

Always told gotta grind, they won't bless you, bless you, yeah

On the slope all the time with no rescue but I get through, yeah

Pop doors on a glide I hear Jesu, Jesu

I got the pack on the menu, got scabs you should know I can't mend you

Always told gotta grind, they won't bless you, bless you, yeah

On the slope all the time with no rescue but I get through, yeah

Pop doors on a glide I hear Jesu, Jesu

I got the pack on the menu, got scabs you should know I can't mend you