Scorey - Still Fucked Up lyrics

(SephGotTheWaves, IIt's LolD)
Look

I used to post up on that
Corner and wait for the chariot
'Member hearing them shots bangin'
I wait for the sirens
And where you livin' in the
Trenches it's dangerous, crime
That's why my lyrics too real from
The pain that subsided
And when we grew up young niggas
Made names off of violence
That's why I went and bought a
Glock wit' a laser that guided
I told her, "Tay, pass the torch
That was made for the fire"
And when you jump up off the porch
It ain't no more hiding it get real
Everybody grew up thinkin' it's killer
You get killed everybody got dazed so that


You just live still
Brought the hammer off the duty
Then take off it's wings still
Twins draws up in the Uzi
It looked like some clientele
Ain't no name for them bullets
So FN's can't get spilled
Haters rollin' through them blocks and poke
Hols in his big wheels
When I yell upon the news like
That niggas that can't spill
When the shooter was fifteen
We got catskill and cancelled look

'Cause when you livin' in them places
Where bullets when you takin'
That's still fucked up
Uh, that's why them niggas
Popped perc's put fullys
In their waist and they're still fucked up
And you've been starving for some days
Niggas eatin' in your face
But your meal is fucked up
And matches men from the way
But you gon' kill 'em anyway look

I seen my best friend casket
We was just here laughing
And now you left me all alone
So now it's just hit and splash it
I told my momma I got pockets
'cause I was up there trappin'
And I keep pistols when I'm walkin'
I can't be lackin' i seen blood
Better stood up and switched
Sides when they backstabbing drive the helm
No I ain't talking 'bout
School for no bagpacking
I'ma spread apart his muscles and it
Look like the back spazzing
Niggas say you wanna fight
I ain't snuck 'em 'cause Zack had 'em
Let me ready for a minute
Had a dream I was in it
All night wit' my niggas
Telling god take me up told him
" I'on wanna die 'cause I've
Gotta make it up"
We ain't really have a choice
And that's what the tape about
I know if I gotta ride
Then I'ma show 'em what I'm 'bout
And I know that for a daughter
I'm about my mommy house
In the whip, fucl the cause
Bitch im going to get sick
RIP to Tommy guns
He got caught up in the myths
I know niggas who the ones
Who get ready to get hit
I know niggas pick up guns
Who ain't ready to get picked
I know niggas from the slums
Who just steal goon, a bitch
I know niggas grew up good
Who be still doin' hit's
It don't matter how you commit
It just matter how you end
When you out here wit' them members
It's better not to pretend
Used to be money, and beggars sent
Niggas don't put you in
You can never question God, but the cause
It does you in
All these niggas out here wylin'
They grind me in full of sin
I'ma have to slain that iron
No I am not one of them
He the nigga close up
Like the jar they put him in
Had the chopper singin' like it's security
Put 'em in
All these niggas out here robbin'
And stealing 'cause niggas starvin'
When these niggas grew more mad
It's really hard to rejoice
Now I'm speaking for the youngins'
I know they don't die of bullets
You can't tell 'em, "Put down the hammer"
You know they don't got a choice look

'Cause when you livin' in them places
Where bullets when you takin'
That's still fucked up
Uh, that's why them niggas
Popped perc's put fullys
In their waist and they're still fucked up
And you've been starving for some days
Niggas eatin' in your face
But your meal is fucked up
And matches men from the way, but
You gon' kill 'em anyway
'cause it's still fucked up