Scar Tissue

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Bottles of sangria

Mobsters jumping out of trucks like a consigliere

Pasta, prawns over lobsters

Oysters, diamond chips, smothered all in the fish into cold boxes

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 **** 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

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

So much gun clicking, they kick us out of apartments

Everything steaming, Yapp City mode

You ever seen coke rock up on a pretty stove?

Stop beefing with that ****, 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?

Thats why I don't talk to ****, I'm good, I ain't gettin' acquainted

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

We Staten Island ****, we don't got to explain it, nah

Harlem Shake **** for they pockets, stay tuned

For more faggot **** 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

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

Spit acid on everything, strong venom

Sheesh

Ghostface Killah!

Staten Island QB

This what we doin'!

Indubitably, some **** are stupid to me

Or should I refrain from calling some brothers out of they 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 somethin'

Woke up uptown in '67

At Smalls Paradise, candle lights

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

Guzman, Lopez, Garcia

Gold plated AKs, lethal when you see us

Between the fingers, smokin' on a thousand dollar blunt

Tell these suckers I got everything they want