SCORSESE Lyrics

Streets ruined me

Says the newer me

Stop crying lil nigga

Says who I used to be

You could be on a eulogy

Or on newer tee

Or on a mural on the wall nigga

Thats how it usually be

I may need a therapist

Interviewing me

Maybe for some insight

An inner view of me

I got survivors guilt

Shit half of my guys got killed

How I made it out this bitch

Maybe you ain't out it still

I should pinch myself

This life's ain't real

Theres never a dull moment

When you're sharp as steel

My world revolved

Around a dollar bill

I seen a few tops get peeled

My nerves shot for real

These young niggas

Catching opps and drills

Poppin niggas like they pills

Thank God I'm out the field

How silly of me

To think I would make it

To see 33

Knew nothing about Jesus

Only Young Jeezy

And BMF dreams

50 boys purchasing 190Es

In my head I hear screams

Not so fast

Whispers the voice of poverty

It's like its haunting me

I never wanted to hustle

It hustled me

I risked my well being

For financially free

Wrong door

The wrong keys

I spent more time

Watching my back

Than spending cheese

As I wrestle with my pillow

In my sleep

These other rappers just

WWE

Im stone cold

Bars that I speak

Shit I could end all these niggas

With three sixteens

You're seldom seen

What would possess you to be

On TV

Think this shit a joke

Smiling

Showing all ya teeth

For a measly three Gs

On front street nigga

For the whole world to see

Im in the streets

And industry

Shit I can pull in both wells

And keep it clean

Which one will be

The direction I choose to keep

Thats what makes remains to be seen

The closing scene

Young