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letra de love scars - j.i the prince of n.y

yeah
you did me dirty, now you mad because i’m filthy rich
i’m way to clean to be trippin’ over some filthy b-tch

i feel depression, now i’m sippin’ on some filthy sh-t
i know i brush away the pain, but i be feelin’ it (yeah)
you was takin’ shots and now you duckin’ them (yeah)
i’m not gon stress over b-tches, unless i’m f-ckin’ them
she prolly think imma d-ck, but she be suckin’ them
they said i made it out the hood, guess i’m the lucky one

when you was fallin’ off, i’m the only one who picked you up
tryna knock me down, when i’m the only one who lift you up
you ain’t good for me, but it’s so hard for me to give you up
it ain’t good for me to numb the pain, but i still sip it up

you did me wrong so now i’m movin’ like i’m heartless
i should’ve never let this b-tch know where my heart is
out of all these n-ggas i’m the one who went the hardest
i gave you food right off my plate when i was starvin’
i mingle with my demons, they the only ones i talk to
we gon’ f-ck the scene up every single time we walk through
yea i know he p-ssy, but we treat him like he dog food
i kept you by my side before them other n-ggas dogged you
i never left your side, i kept it real whenever i saw you
why is it so hard to pick up your phone whenever i call you
all these love scars make it hard for me to be loyal

i mingle with my demons, they the only ones i talk to
we gon’ f-ck the scene up every single time we walk through
yea i know he p-ssy, but we treat him like he dog food
i kept you by my side before them other n-ggas dogged you
i never left your side, i kept it real whenever i saw you
why is it so hard to pick up your phone whenever i call you
all these love scars make it hard for me to be loyal
all these love scars make it hard for me to be loyal

these b-tches on my body, i just brush ’em off
when n-ggas threw dirt on my name, i had to dust it off
when he was talkin’ out his face i had to shrug it off
now we gon’ run a hole inside his tongue before we cut it off
turning on the pen i’m smokin’ on exotic
i put a n-gga inna box, he tryna think outside it
i remember them days them n-ggas changed, i still think about it
i done took too many loses to the streets, i’m not gon’ speak about it
i can’t say i’m coming down my all, so i gotta make the hood cry
where i’m from real youngins how the good guy
i’m cold hearted i ain’t tryna be the good guy
i’m cold hearted i ain’t tryna be the good guy
you ain’t practice what you preach or what you stood by
i did what they said i couldn’t but it took time
for all this praise n now it’s time to make the hood cry

- j i the prince of n y

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