Scarface

Cutting up this dope like I’m in the 70s

Frontin and you broke don’t try to make believe

I do this for capital and write raps for Steez

Maintain a balance on the scale and the surface of my feet

I’m not talking fishes but cleaning Pyrex dishes

Yall gotta make wishes to be bagging this white Christmas

Cuz he winter wonderland I’ve been mixing

Is selling out quick and popular like Richard Nixon

Kissing pots for comfort in these grave days

Gravediggers constantly tryna rob my grave Because I hold with me the recipe for my caine

Tucked into waist like I’m Frank Lucas made

That’s coke talk and heroin products coming out the same place

Collaborating and we will never cease to make pays

Disrespect me and I’ll sign with a razor blade

Freddie Kane mixed with Pusha T mindframe

Art of cooking when you slowly start to fade

Knowing your purpose was to whip and slang

 

Scarface, I keep a razor to my face

Scarface, cocaine is going underway

Scarface, I’m pre booking them planes

Scarface, mess with me is like jumping in a shark tank

 

Finding that middle ground to balance all my life

Bagging white and going home to rock mic’s

Proceed to see family and hold sports tight

It’s tough when you slang white and get paid and no one knows why

But your so calculated that drugs don’t cross their mind

Maybe you just won something and you live fine

Or gambled and won but maybe soon they’ll see the light

At the end of tunnel but it’s tight like a funnel

The light is a flash in the pan from the gaslight to own fam

Asking me to clean up all the pots and pans

Not knowing I cook in those very same thangs

Business and coke are rough like dry soap

Rubbing on your body, 911 gonna cop me

Throw me into jail and heard it’s like hell

Like Jeezy said, I don’t rain and bring forth hail

Snowstorms from the holy Pyrex grail

Selling clientele without a thought of prevail

Money coming in and gotta make bail

Save myself from the corruption of the county jail

 

Scarface, I keep a razor to my face

Scarface, cocaine is going underway

Scarface, I’m pre booking them planes

Scarface, mess with me is like jumping in a shark tank

 

Aretha serenades cutting up my cold face

Same way I cut cake and erupt hot Caine

Feeling insane but gotta stay on plane

Cuz going off track is like ruining your name

Congruent money with Bill Gates and shit changed

Piss came after the fists rain from fame

Play games but hiss all the kids who ill rhyme playin

Reign the streets they call me the King of Pain

King of the Kush and Kingpin of the slang

Feeling like King Push moving weight like Jay in 88

Transporting cake to down or upstate’s

Drive by the White House with a truck full of weight

Got my mans in the back saying words and drawing plays

Like I’m Trae I’m always dishing out birds

Never startle to conserve or preserve my work

But when a due date arrive and you don’t go lurk

I go berserk and you me soul will reap first

So don’t worry about the the sorries and Ferrari’s

Keep the polo tucked in and keep the heat like Barkley

And stop playing games you bitches are like Atari