Scars Berner

[Chorus]
Dead bodies, old cars, look at all my war scars
Dead bodies, old cars, look at all my war scars
Dead bodies, old cars, look at all my war scars
Dead bodies, old cars, look at all my war scars

[Verse 1]
Forgive me for my sins, black burner, no prints, the evidence rinsed
I'm convinced the world's against me, fuck my own friends
It's a dynasty, I feel like Jay
A hunnid blocks, that's a real life play
I don't move like them, I sit pretty on top of a hill
I'm on my phone placin' orders, just drop me the bill
I'ma true shot caller, yeah, I probably get killed
It's why I crack the Henny bottles and I swallow a pill
When go to war, you gotta move like Trump do
Suckas do sucka shit, your brother is a chump too
Cudi keep the F in and Ye, he takin' headshots
Playin' with that neighborhood, probably got your bread locked
Underground king, my cash smell like mold
And I still get a point on everything he sold
Around here, I'm the one you wanna talk to, trust
Five box minimum, insured trucks
Why these dudes dress feminine? It don't add up
We be ridin' half asleep, tryna duck the bad luck
Man, this shit so good, I'm glad I got a bag tucked
Make a couple M's a month, I just watch it stack up