Every Scar Tells a Story

You and I, you and I Trying to figure out this thing called life You and I,

you and I Every tear got a reason I cry You and I, you and I Hurt so bad,

but still I try You and I Every scar got a story inside Yeah,

I used to whip that yayo tight Counting paper, serving that white Whole block cold

but the cash felt right The opps lurking, every day is a fight No pops, no moms,

just life in the trap Pyrex on the stove whipping up that crack Burner on my hip,

always watching my back Stacking dirty cash hoping God don't snap What you know about praying

in the back of a cell? Whole life flash while you facing that L Missing my