Scar Tissue

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Bottles of Sangria

Monsters jumpin' out of trucks like a concierge

Pasta, prawns over lobsters, oysters, diamond chips

Smuggled all of the fish in a cold boxers

Tractor trailers, old drug dealers

Got me feeling like Gotti the way they bug the ceilings

One rogue came in to box my appearance

You frontin', takin' everything off, it's straight clearance

Jewels, cash, couple niggas from Nebraska

You soakin' in epsom salt the day after

An ill murder game is what they told me

Keep reaching when it's not on me, we ain't homies (nah)

We ain't partners, nigga, you's a target

So much gun clicking, they kicked us out of apartments (woo)

Everything steaming, "Yapp City" mode

You ever seen coke rocked up on a pretty stove?

The sun rises to break the day

And lifts for a while to give us warmth

Stop beefing with that nigga, you could talk to me

If you really like that, you could walk with me

You could spar with me

If you take two to the head by mistake, pardon me

Payback's a bitch, ain't it?

That's why I don't talk to niggas, I'm good, I ain't gettin' acquainted

Middle finger to the judge, we still killin' the plaintiff

We Staten Island niggas, we don't gotta explain it, nah

Harlem Shake niggas for they pockets

Stay tuned for more faggot niggas coming out the closet

Rockin' fake Dior, any change made on this ground

Out of respect, you should break me off

Word, I stay stylin' silks, Ballys and raw denim

Get your head wrapped in plastic, I'll Boar's Head 'em (Boar's Head 'em)

Read niggas up and down like the court's read 'em

Spit acid on everything, strong venom

(The sun rises to break the day) sheesh, Ghostface Killah!

(And lifts for a while) Staten Island, QB (to give us warmth) this what we doin'!

Mm-hm

Indubitably, some niggas are stupid to me

Or should I refrain from calling some brothers out of their names?

'Cause a king only qualify for some

You can't call us all kings, not everybody is one

Yo, this verse is like shrooms and rum

Levitating out of my body or something, woke up uptown in '67

At Smalls Paradise, candlelights

Where I saw my man Bumpy Ellsworth and his wife

Queens representer like Prince, Gerald Miller

Free that man, plus LO

Nothing bigger than Ghostface and Esco

Legal Mexican cartel money, call me Arnesco

Guzmán, Lopez, Garcia

Gold-plated AKs, lethal when you see us

'Tween the fingers, smokin' on a thousand dollar blunt

Tell these suckers I got everything they want

The sun rises to break the day

And lifts for a while to give us warmth