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SCARING THE HOES: DIRECTOR'S CUT
Producer: JPEGMAFIA
Lyrics and translation
Original
No turning back.
When I was just 18, the judge put me on the list.
Bitch, I ain't Baby Keem, my cousin ain't gave me shit.
They don't want no Packie on the scene, so I pray while fuckin' they bitch.
And they know that mine is a scene, but she keeps thinkin' tonight is.
One in the eighty, a hundred gon' follow, got flu in the K.
Totally smashed out in school with the A. Eating these rappers, we ain't sayin' grace.
I'm finna slide on your girl like I'm safe. Table set up for these niggas like mace.
Uh, I'm finna make y'all stop booing bae. Get shitfaced, I only wanna face it.
Think my shit laced 'cause you niggas so basic. Stick to the face, I'm ahead of my time.
Cool kids that'll serve you a lime.
Rappers want credit, but just get declined.
Uh, transforming these bitches like Optimus. Playing these crackers like
Oculus. Packie and Danny, no stopping us. Come and shop with us.
M-O-G, ain't no topping us. The white boy in me keep popping up, shit yeah.
If my bitch is a savage, she wasted. Call her mom when I hit it, she shaking.
Yah, and you hate that.
No turning back.
It's the all back abars, the source that's in caution.
Call back with offense, unlike the boss, the toss or something.
I hit my nails black, the bitch come out of tracks, she's here on tap. Pickpocket when I pick pockets.
Ziplock it, let me flip topics. Dripping on the one like Salma Hayek.
Fuck your nigga's heads up like county jail barbers. More highs than Ms. Parker.
And lows like my dates are rice like cranberries when unemployment is up.
You suck with it, I know you fucking with us. My nigga, let's hit it up.
Catch a lick then forgot your lines. Talking early with the Rolly, that's the reason it's time.
You ain't fucking with mine. No way I'm fucking with mine, ayy.
It's all there, you ain't gotta count it.
I don't want a bad bitch, just need her around it.
Came from a city, we focused on hope.
Focused on wasn't enough, so we focused on dope.
Wrote a note to myself, forgot where I put it. Don't remember what it said, so I gave up looking.
Guess I need to slow down 'round town. Revenge, gotta change 'fore I end up like
Clarence Weatherspoon.
Niggas better read the room or get canceled like selling chitlin spoons.
I'm a legend with the essence of a reverend that was pimping in the '70s.
Now he saving bitches, that's what I call longevity.
I'm hotter than corduroys in St. Croix.
Roommate days, for dinner all we had was egg rolls.
But ended up with greens and bed rolls.
Eye rolls and head shake could break any second. Gotta give niggas, oh, whatever, man.
I'm extra cautious or whatever you call it, paranoid, I guess, but I feel like a target.
Pardon me if I come off aggressive, extra defensive, offended by your presence.
So let me get a second, you always be second. I'ma give you a lesson, this is chess, not checkers.
Came too far to get nearsighted, lights blinded, no guidance.
Going off track, running lights, railroad, blindsided. Trying to keep my guard up, knowing I can't fight it.
Went left on the wrong path, somewhere got misguided.
Saying I'm done, back again, living free, trapped again. When it's all said and done, we'll see what's happening.
Too old for mistakes and too young for accident.
Feeling like I'm captive, wanna get away. Depressed when it's sunny, so I pray for rainy days.
Every time I think I found it, I went astray.
They wanna give you what you need, but never let you get your way.
Living too fast, everything going slow.
Seeds planted, I'm just waiting on the grow.
Keep it to myself, everything ain't for show.
Used to think I knew it all, but now I don't know.