Lyrics Scattered Thoughts in F Minor - Rey Resurreccion

I told my baby I'm a call her back when I'm headed home but she know thats where I'm hardly at
Cartier to their cardiac, hearty snares make they body snap
Probably stare when they walking past
I'll be there when they looking back, but chicken heads I be joogin passed
Ducking, dodging and weaving and I be moving fast
And they be hollering even when I be doing bad, yeah
So who in fact got the truest rap
The boom-est back to shake it up and bring the movement back
You know, that audio that's hittin like a body blow
They throwing lava rocks them hot shells to make your body float
Cuz they don't wanna see you doing better
Should of chose they words wisely now they chewing letters
Should've made they moves timely now they losing credit
Now they will never make the cut like a movie edit
What a shame
It's a game full of love and hate
Keep the fame we just want a plate
Run that fade or just run away
Die in vain or see another day
But aim straight if you're gonna bang