Wounds Lyrics

Tryna put on for my fam

I just wanna be the hero

I been dreamin' bout a Lamb

So you see me shootin' b-roll

Grindin' hard, been goin' ham

Now on the beat, I'm like a cheat code

Tryna stack up all these c-notes

Just to give my ma a meatroll

Lately I been dolo

I been buildin' up my steelo

Clean like I serve bricks

But I ain't neva touched a kilo

I ain't worried bout a freak hoe

I been tryna get the P gone

In the stu wit NLA

LitooBandzz, you know how we roll

Proud of where I come from

Ima product my environment

Please don't be no dumb dumb

If you try me then I'm firin'

Been focused on a lump sum

Runnin' sprints was gettin' tirin'

The beat start goin' bum bum

Then I'm bound to get inspirin'

Done wit all that school

But won't a fool, I was admiring

Changed the way I moved

Found a groove, I switched my wiring

Punn had put me on

Before Movin' On was hiring

I started flippin' packs

And I been duckin' sirens since

Grown man racks

But I can't spend it childish

Found out I could rap

And now you hear me, I be wildin'

I be drippin', I be stylin'

My advice, to calm the hollerin'

Best control the niggas wit you

Cuz my niggas, they get violent

You see me wit these goons baby

Ask me if they ridin'

Baby ask if they slidin'

Cuz I 'ready know they bout it

I been playin' wit dese tools crazy

Get smoked like Biscotti

Don't make me a catch a body

Wan' be rich, just like I'm Roddy

You see me wit these wounds baby

Ask me how I got 'em

I been havin' all these problems

Tell me baby, can you solve 'em

I been playin' wit my tunes lately

Tryna get a dolla

She gon stare, cuz I'm a styla

But I'm just too fly to holla

Pull up to the scene

And that forty no showin'

I don't need a beam

I got aim when I'm blowin'

Get turned to a meme

If my niggas start scorin'

I left off some steam

And yo people gon mourn

Turnt off my rhymes

So you gon see me tourin'

I member them times

When my life it was borin'

My brother had died

Left me heated and scourned

So Ima get fly

And pull up in a foreign

Forty attachment

Best hush wit the racket

It's on me, no lackin'

Don't make it get tragic

My brothers start blastin'

Disappear like some magic

Was made under pressure

Won't fold when it's static

Don't wanna be poor

So I got' make it happen

My flow like some dope

So I'm patient, just stackin'

Get book for a show

We pull up with them ratchets

Start playin' my song

They shut up when I'm rappin'

Came up from the trap

Now I snap, when the beat drop

My bro sellin' smack, and some crack

Not no re-rock

I can't do no lack

Got my strap, know the heat cocked

You run up, get clapped

That's a fact, let that heat pop

My brother got whacked

And that night, it left me hot

I couldn't react

I got high as a tree top

I couldn't attack

Cuz I had to shoot b-rock

Now I hop on the track

When I spit, it's gon be hot

You see me wit these goons baby

Ask me if they ridin'

Baby ask if they slidin'

Cuz I 'ready know they bout it

I been playin' wit dese tools crazy

Get smoked like Biscotti

Don't make me a catch a body

Wan' be rich, just like I'm Roddy

You see me wit these wounds baby

Ask me how I got 'em

I been havin' all these problems

Tell me baby, can you solve 'em

I been playin' wit my tunes lately

Tryna get a dolla

She gon stare, cuz I'm a styla

But I'm just too fly to holla