Scars

The Don
Yeah, ain't no drums in the beginning, dude
You tryna catch waves, catch up on these intervals
I'm doing more shit just for the principal and not for these niggas who be asking what bitches do
I'm doing shit better, nigga, go figure
Run a mile in my shoes until your toes bigger
Cause your feet can't stretch into these holes, nigga
Father told me just to stretch my hands
I'm a vessel and I hope you all understand
Where I'm tryna go is not the place where I truly just stand
Would you rather be loved at home or alone counting all your bands
I'm tryna get to that point one day in my life
And my mama get that one car she will always like
And I get that beamer no crazy shit, but some shit that's light
And me and her whip off, tell everybody bye
Yeah, had that one for a while
But you know, it's Beautiful Frequencies
And Imma holla
The Don