โหลดเพลง mp3 These Scars (feat. Future and Guordan Banks) - Meek Mill

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