Dumbfoundead - S.C.R.A.M lyrics

Threw on a white T and 501 jeans
Jammed everything I can in my pockets
Car keys
With a box of backwoods, weed, card
And my visa
I would never leave the crib without these
Bruh made my way out my
Building full of crackheads
Picked an eighth up from the
Rasta with the fat dreads
Couple daps now I'm 'bout to
Go and stack bread
Cause a closed mouth don't get fed
That's what dad said
With that said, met up with the homie Breezy
Grabbed breakfast, got my eggs over-easy
Started plotting 'bout the next few months
Got a tour and an album so we gotta move, son

They out to chit-chat til the sky pitch black
But, I'm busy, SCRAM holla back
Scrizzy SCRAM going heavy on the man
I'm going heavy on the man
Scrizzy, scrizzy, scram, scrizzy
Scrizzy, scrizzy, scram scrizzy scram
Crooked letter C ram
I'm going heavy on the man
Scrizzy, scrizzy, scram, scrizzy
Scrizzy, scrizzy, scram

Headed to my whip, give the valet man a tip
When I see a group of kids
And they asking for a flick
So I pose, they get close
But they taking hella minutes though
Let me guess, camera setting was on video
Traffic on the 10, get a call from my friend
While I'm talking on the phone
Get pulled over by a pig
Like a dick he wrote a ticket
But, I ain't losing time at all
SCRAM, middle finger while I'm driving off
To the studio, put him in a rap
Put his first, middle, last name
Number on his badge
That's a wrap, mix it down
Then release the fucking track

Okay, we vibing off the demo
I'm mobbing with my kin folk
I made a left on Pico
To swoop this little nympho
We headed to the function
I love this bitch's steelo
I took her to the key club
We cut a gang of people
Easy access, homie I'm that good
Trees and capsules, liquor with handles
She's an actress, little miss Hollywood
Scenes on my mattress, iPhone classics
Damn, isn't SCRAM life fantastic
I said damn, don't we got a flight to catch
In the morning, drop the the chick off
Then I dips off
I'd rather listen to my hit song