ฟังเพลงThese Scars (feat. Future and Guordan Banks) (Explicit) (Clean)

These Scars (Clean) - Meek Mill/Guordan Banks/Future

Written by：R Williams/A. Hawkshaw/N. Papamitrou/N. Wilburn/G. Banks

Producer：Papamitrou

Now I was on 'gram entertaining all the rap beefs

We was on the hood goin' to war on the backstreets

Bulletproof Caddy like who said they gon' get at me

Pull up in your hood

Niggas running like a track meet

No more Rollies I'm just buying more properties

Young watching me

Give 'em that game properly

Past go twice skip jail build a monopoly

Don't let 'em trick you outta your spot

You gotta be retard

Or you could treat me out this new Gallardo

Since I been gettin' it

Ain't miss a season from Ricardo

Tisci when they see me know me at Wells Fargo

Still rappin' like it's no tomorrow

So I don't have to stand let me borrow

And let you in my circle

But that's coming with a cost though

You don't work you gon' starve yo

Dime in the crib tip toeing on the marble

Rockin' all this ice

I'm just tryna hide my scars tho

Somethin' 'bout that wraith and them lights

How them stars glow

Give me motivation out in Miami

Know the Haitians

All the hitters got the and I'm MMG

A legend on Collins how they gon' remember me

The land they gave us was always ours

Don't close the door you owe us more uhh

I know that it's hard to face reality mm

And when they changed

They were all surprised but me

And we buy wraiths

To hide behind these stars yeah

And we rock all this ice just to hide these scars

If you never seen a dream fade away

Behind all these bars

And only god can touch your soul

Behind all these bars oh

Patek on iced out yeah yeah yeah yeah

Hundred rounds brrr spend live by brr

Drankin' purple lean my sky dive

Ridin' in them wraiths like a shotta

Skipped out of school whipped a deuce to a four

Chanel on my whore got the marble on my floor

Ten year deal just to wear Diadora

I secure the bag first round that's of course

Cocaina white inside that's a Porsche

Came from the gutter trapping is a sport

Young don't spray the drum in the court

That's the Actavis pop the seal like a cork

They running out of info making rumours

What's your source

Friends turned to foes

Niggas leavin' me no choice

Hoes gettin' exposed make a cut them short

Hit a few licks before I made it out of choice

The land they gave us was always ours

Don't close the door you owe us more uhh

I know that it's hard to face reality mm

And when they changed

They were all surprised but me

And we buy wraiths

To hide behind these stars yeah

And we rock all this ice

Just to hide these scars

If you never seen a dream

Fade away behind all these bars

And only god can touch your soul

Behind all these bars oh oh