Lyrics SCRAM - Blckbrd

Watch my face distort like I'm in PTSD radio
They tryna feed me poison, I ain't gon die like Horatio
I don't take public transit, jits get robbed on max like HBO
I watch my form, I watch my six
Zip code got sticks like Casey Jones
Lately cold in my fingertips
Edgar A be grown
Way too stoned
My Tree look like the grinch
I don't play with phones
Sales intro
Ring then hear it click
I been Facing chrome
Fred flinstone
Put my foot through the whip
Kaput when it switch
They look at the kid like —
They look at the kid like a boxed hamburger
Rappers drop every tick on clock
I need to cop me a goddamn burner
Look at the kid like a deer in headlights
Do anything to get by, get by
Slip on an oil slick off rip like
Do this shit til my body go stiff, I
Never had shit I could lose
Cabin pressure, eyeballs starting to ooze
Befriended snakes and bit into fruit
"Hey I know that guy, he's a nihilist"
Muhfuckas start to sound like the dude
They say no man is an i-sland
But where I land that's true
Street level, can't stand that view
How bout you?

They muddy the water and say they find deeper
Numbers a killer, the game minesweeper
Old friends sno'ted keys, Alicia
I don't print merch on no cheap white t-shirts
Save them shits to remember people
Brd fucked up, hold too much rust
My fit combust when I enter steeple
A lil hyperbole
Rappers dying every day and it burden me
DIY
DIE
What's different?
Imma D-I-A-L it back
Me and my guys got hella pack
If you say "fuck you" we say it back
Came out a landfill, carry an anvil
Bury your feet when the weight impact

Look that gift horse in the mouth
Prolly Beat it once it's dead
Til it spit some money out
For you to buy another friend
Tell me how the fuck a rapper closest thing I saw to feds
Ain't no borders for me
Imma take a saw right to the fence
Ain't come this far for no reason
Most you rappers just memes
2019 was soul sold season
Bought it back at no fee
Out the crown V, huh
What this shit without me
Earning counting, learned accounting huh
Yo tank at bout E, how's it empty?
You bout it, let's see, huh
Goldmine
Same time I'm a landmine
Hopin this shit go right
On a new plane
I'm Still tryna land mine
I'm on standby
Fuck a dog pile
This shit a mountain
Was a molehill yesterday
Been a long while
Got a Great Big long smile
My fangs extend in length
Yo whip is rented aye
I spit cus brd got rent to pay
Brd in yo face, Magritte, Rene
Might write instead of sleep today
Got beef like I sell meat today
Won't catch me in them streets
To each their own, to own they each, they say
Wanna have it, eat it, piece of cake
They Drowning, flippers up like pinball
Don't get involved
Damn
Mixed up Dutch guts look like chipped logs
Pick up, sprinkle in a gram
Pop pop, jam
Pulled wool over both my eyes, I'm on the lamb
Load the 9 and tell them motherfuckers scram
Scram