Scarred From Love

Drum Dummie
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh
 (Reuel Stop Playing)
 Quando Rondo, nigga, yeah, yeah
 I don't know what I mean
 So when I tell you that I love you
 Girl, I really don't mean it
 Yeah, I really don't mean it
 Yeah
 You really touched me to my heart
 Permanent scar that day I found that you cheated
 I kept it real with you girl, I guess you was tryna get even
 I feel like Adam, you're my Eve, we in the Garden of Eden
 How the fuck you claim you love someone
 When you don't know the real meanin'?
 You always listen to your friends and let 'em come in between us
 I guess that ring and that new teddy bear, lil' shawty don't mean nothing
 Don't understand where we stand, I might need a chair
 The way that I been feelin' lately, you ain't never care
 I call your phone and you don't pick up, baby girl, you got me nervous
 Is it the cameras or the fame the Tory Burch or all them purses?
 I know your worth and girl you worthless anything you wanted, I purchased
 Baby, I know you ain't perfect, what I do to deserve this?
 I know I lied, I don't spend time, I know I cheated before
 You asked me why, did not reply, I never needed no ho
 Look at the sky, I'm 'bout to dive, I'm 'bout to jump off the boat
 I hope I drown, I hope I die, my heart gon' float coast to coast
 I'm with some youngins from the trenches who gon' serve by the store
 I won't admit it, I'm addicted, sippin' lean, pouring fours
 Spin on they block, it ain't no missing, leave some shells on the floor
 I wrote her name inside that prison in the cell on the door
 My nigga tellin' me I'm tripping 'cause I fell for that ho
 She sent me pictures on call, girlfriend threw her mail on the floor
 I put some VVs in my teeths, they cost a band of some coke
 I'ma send some BBs to your opps and yeah, we want all the smoke
 You really touched me to my heart
 Permanent scar that day I found that you cheated
 I kept it real with you girl, I guess you was tryna get even
 I feel like Adam, you're my Eve, we in the Garden of Eden
 How the fuck you claim you love someone
 When you don't know the real meaning?
 You always listen to your friends and let 'em come in between us
 I guess that ring and that new teddy bear lil' shawty, don't mean nothing
 Don't understand where we stand I might need a chair
 The way that I been feeling lately you ain't never care (QRN)
 I made a oath to all my niggas, I ain't gon' never change on 'em
 I threw the ones to all the strippers, I want Ben Franks on 'em
 I told 'em keep they handshakes 'cause they love faking, it's phony
 I remember way before the cameras and the fame, they ain't want me
 Two car garage in the streets girl, I go hard in these streets
 I left my heart in these streets girl, I'm the hardest in the streets
 We shoot at cars in the streets, we slang that rod in the streets
 Too many broads in the seat, play your cards fuckin' with me
 She want Chanel on her feet, hair and nails, they on fleek
 She keep them millions by the week, Cartier lens so she can see
 She keeps my pints, I sip that lean
 I tote that Glock with that big red beam
 I'm in love with that block, Blocboy JB
 Nigga run up, get shot, we don't aim for feet
 Selling rocks just to eat with the big OGs
 Yeah, my pain running deep like the deep, blue sea
 Why they hating on a G? Don't even know me
 Double cup filled with syrup, baby lean on me
 When I post in the hood, got a Glock on the seat
 So I wish a nigga would, got a Glock in my reach
 Backwood full of kush, no Swisher Sweets
 Steady lying through yo' teeth, so I know you cheat
 My heart so cold 'til the day we meet
 Every time that I'm able, you know I preach
 I ain't never watched cable, I was out in the streets
 Sitting in the cell, reading Psalms 23
 Phone call from the label, my song got leaked
 Whatever you sow, best believe you gon' reap
 Every time it's, smoke you know we creep
 Up with the pole every time it's beef, yeah
 I really came from the trenches, I had to grind and hustle
 Every day I stayed on the mission to make it out the struggle
 I'm kicking shit in new Givenchy dripping all these puddles
 I'm with my team, we got a plan, no we ain't gotta huddle
 You know how far the way we came if you had been where we was
 I'm in the court room, locked in chains, I'm getting judged by a judge
 So I really don't mean it
 Yeah, I really don't mean it, woah
 Quando Rondo, nigga