ScaryTale Lyrics

Look all we saw was hustling, and we barely saw husbands

Niggas love these streets, but these streets never love em

From my momma side i grew up round my auntie and my cousins

Granddaddy on the steps, junkies by the corner buzzing

In the summertime, cold snowing getting mixxy

Ironic when they push the weight, these niggas getting skinny

Plus our grades extra low, graduation looking iffy

As long as our stomachs full and pockets never empty, yeah i know

Cut the bottom off the crates, whenever we balled

Cause there's yellow tape and shell casings spread out on the courts

Rap music, church, pimps, whores, and some liquor stores

Mental illnesses before we knew what that shit was called uh

Niggas ran in cribs when the neighbors was out

Ayo, we should've stayed in school, picked a safer way out

Sleeping in your northface, when the radiator's down

The heat from the oven, warming up the whole house, ya'll don't know about it

I used to go to sleep to some clapped rounds

And wake up to some mice on these traps now

Gospel music playing yeah that sound

With the grim reaper in the background

I used to go to sleep to some clapped rounds

And wake up to some mice on these traps now

Gospel music playing yeah that sound

With the grim reaper in the background

Gospel music playing, but that shit ain't never working

Kirk Franklin never came and seen, one of us in person

Drugs and guns was never hidden, we could always see em surface

And if we pass twenty five, that's to be determined

First, we splashing in the water from the johnny pump

Next, mom give you a dollar for that ice cream truck

By the time you hit your teens, gotta find you a gun

And by twenty one, hoping that your karma don't catch up, look

In the crib domestic violence, roaches and the rats

With drug residue, the hallway smell like garbage or like crack

Ain't nobody eating healthy, candy was always our snacks

Surviving off mixing water with some kool aid packs uhh

Drug addicts as neighbors, learn and pick up they behaviors

Presidents and mayors, ain't gon stop by here to save us

Middle fingers to the boys in blue, they racist haters

And everybody competition when you on your way up

Stay alive nigga

I used to go to sleep to some clapped rounds

And wake up to some mice on these traps now

Gospel music playing yeah that sound

With the grim reaper in the background

I used to go to sleep to some clapped rounds

And wake up to some mice on these traps now

Gospel music playing yeah that sound

With the grim reaper in the background

If you ain't from here, don't come around here

If you ain't from here, don't come around here

If you ain't from here, don't come around here

If you ain't from here, don't come around here

If you ain't from here, don't come around here

If you ain't from here, don't come a, don't come yeah

If you ain't from here, don't come around here

If you ain't from here, don't come around here nigga