Uncle Grace - Brand New Scars (feat. David Unlayao) Lyrics

Who got a twenty to put in the J?
The ecstasy colorful calling my name
I'm standing up straight, showing my hands
Don't care if you shoot bitch I'm off of the xans
I'm getting real picky with brodies I eat with
Committing these crimes and we stay lit
I can name all my charges and pay it
But bitch I be running to faze it
I cannot freeze, bitch I'm up in these streets
My cup has been making me lean
I got Oxy, Bitch I'm off of these
Vicodin making me scream
I'm on the road, going real far
My brodies go off, off of the bar
I'm living my life, writing these stories and bitch I'm
Off of these bars
You can't wrap your head around it can't believe that I'm a star
Going hella far, in the cop car I got scars
On my head, on my back, took the glock off of my lap
Who got maps I'm tryna dip, tell you stories make it fat
Making it fat like my backwoods yeah
I can imagine all that yeah
Reality really come true yeah and the truth really come true yeah yeah
I had to back-splash, your bitch told me back-track
I'm running a race, she told me to come back yeah
I'm tryna see the bigger picture but some how I'm so behind
Aye I started all this rap shit I'm the first one that they find
At first it was just jokes, now they f*cking with my mind
Aye the only thing I love, was just gone cause of crime,
Aye, aye, aye, It's Uncle Grace,
That's what they used to call me now they think that I'm a lame
Who got games? I got games, but there's non for you to play
Aye you played with my heart, now this shit just ain't the same, aye
I just wanna tell you that I love you yes I do
I'm just tryna rub on you, baby girl lets make a move
Aye you told me that you'd ride, Until I die
I thought this shit was simple like, aye a piece of pie

F*ck bitches and fancy cars
All I ever need is bars
Go through it's the hardest part bout these brand new scars
F*ck bitches and fancy cars
All I ever need is bars
Go through it's the hardest part bout these brand new scars