Scram Lyrics

Always want a slice of my bread

I'm like damn

You Sams

Later hear music from me

Like damn

It jam

So many messages

I'm like damn

The spam

Lyrical sandwich

Gotta keep toasters

Cause where I'm from

And where I been livin'

It ain't no holsters

Shit ain't safe

Nobody protected

Ain't no OSHA

Can't afford to eat healthy

Still they screamin'

It ain't kosher

Hard to stand straight

With the universe

On your shoulders

Walkin' down Lebouef

Just to get a lil air

With Lil Niga close

Cause they ain't playin' fair

Bright motherfucker

So they stop and then stare

Used to kick it on that block

Now I don't know youngins there

And even if I did

I still know they don't care

Hit the Powerfist speakin'

It's respect everywhere

Merry go the flows

They don't know if it's fair

City pretty either gettin' killed

Or pullin' your hair

So don't go there

Used to be

You have a lil pull

Where you stay block

But if you on a street

That ain't yours

Then it's their block

Well they ain't ownin' shit

Ain't their block it's they block

Biggest toolie talk the loudest

So it's Simon say block

Say block

Shells a leave 'em shell shocked

Feet up by the sea shore

In some new flip flops

Flip shit like IHOP

Advice I'd stop

Everybody hatin' everybody

So I Chris Rock

And I ain't the type to pistol play

But everybody else still clutchin'

Fuck I'm supposed to say

Stop and get shot

Tell me

Nigas dyin' every day

Like that shit supposed to be okay

But time just keep on tickin'

Like a wrist watch

Prolly make a reel or two about it

Prolly post it one time

Shit a prolly go viral on TikTok

Super hero suit up in the closet

And my people all behind me

Like who the fuck

Supposed to save hip hop

Keep the hate up off me

Always tryin' to be somebody else

Looks exhaustin'

Actin' real slimy

Lil slug

Get assaulted

I don't like talkin'

Wtih the second

Where's your bosses

If it ain't headroom

No negatives no losses

Steppin' like I'm crossin'

Workin' like I'm always in the office

Yea

Paid for my time

Want my time show me profits

Ten folks in the crowd

Ain't no other options

I rock shit

Cause I'm a whole lot of moods

Whole lot of women

Not a whole lot of dudes

Chillin' with some baddies

Makin' more than I do

Got cake chasin' after cake

I relate too