SCAR/FACE Lyrics

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why? Yeah

Why? Son

Why?

Why it feel like I'm not in control?

Why these days of my life feel like episodes?

My feelings change like the seasons

Things looking messy 'fore I hit my goals

I can hear them steppin' man they creeping close (Man they creeping close)

I can feel the pressure creeping in my bones (In my bones)

Tension in the room tension in my soul (Tension in my soul)

Never bend or fold, lessons I was told

And I can't trust my homies I can't trust my family

Cause I'm the only one that really understand me

I don't show 'em mercy cause they never spare me (Never)

I miss the old days when we would sleep at Grammy's (Forreal)

Now I gotta give up racks to Uncle Sammy

I give it my all 'cause I don't got no plan B

How come you ain't answer when I know you hear me? (Why)

Why you think we equals when I know you fear me? (I know)

Why you claim you solid when you see through (Why?)

Pull myself together when I need too (When I need too)

Stuck between a rock and a hard place

Stuck between my fam and the law got a scar face

Stuck between my fam and the law got a scar face (Got a scar face)

Ima take a risk cause I was made to go the hard way

They be on my back but Ima shake 'em off they all fake

Everyone ain't loyal gotta listen when my mom say

(Get my blood flowin') Yeah Son (Yeah)

Yeah Yeah Son

Yeah Uh

I'm not distracted, never been average

I'm not destructive, but I been snappin'

Only the family

Man I feel like Dirk with Mavericks

No I'm not laughing uh can't see my face

I hide it like Miles Morales (Yeah)

Bringing the malice, but keeping my pace

We used to run rampant at Amerige

I'm not distracted, never been average

I'm not destructive, but I been snappin'

Only the family

Man I feel like Dirk with Mavericks

No I'm not laughing no can't see my face

I hide it like Miles Morales

Bringing the malice uh, but keeping my pace

Balanced I'm keeping my pace

I was in pain, hurt to the core

Now I'm on track, but I want more

I think I'm up if you look at the score

Y'all my lil bros, go do your chores

Stay on my toes can't let em' pack me up (Nah)

If you come to the stu keep the macka tucked

I was all by myself like I'm actin' up

They ain't check on me but they still ask for stuff

If you stay by my side I don't ask for much

We was watching the stars blowing pack and such

Now you ain't hit my line cause you mad for what (Why? Why?)

Had to minus myself it ain't addin' up

I take my time with it, cause I know that my mind different

And I know that they watching

I just mind my business I don't gotta talk I get it

And you know that I'm plottin'

Man put on my mask and I'm hidin' like Miles

I mean I'm ridin' for miles

Road to the riches I'm speeding ain't look at the dial

She make it drop like the DOW (Drop!)

Heard he was hating, he in the crowd

But it don't count cause the boy outta bounds

Talk to myself I hold me down

Ask if I'm good, I gotta bounce

I'm not distracted, never been average

I'm not destructive, but I been snappin'

Only the family (Only the Fam)

Man I feel like Dirk with Mavericks

No I'm not laughing no can't see my face (You can't)

I hide it like Miles Morales (Yeah)

Bringing the malice, but keeping my pace

Balanced I'm keeping my pace

I'm not distracted

Only the family

No I'm not laughing nah can't see my face

I hide it like Miles Morales

Bringing the Malice

But keeping my pace, balance I'm keeping my pace