Permanent Scars

I'm in the spot with the eights
Stackin' these racks, man, I feel like a bank
Youngins with me in the demonic state
AR-15 make his body deflate (sometimes the rain is falling)
What is this strain? Man, it taste like a grape
When I go, nigga gon' say that I'm great
I count up them racks in the trenches, safely
1911 and I got a safety (sometimes the rain is falling)
Where you from, bae? You lookin' amazing
What is this flavor? It's tastin' amazing
They love the drip, man, this shit is contagious
Still in the streets and the trenches, I'm famous (sometimes, sometimes the rain is) (Zaytoven)
What is that pistol? I heard that you built it
I modified it, my fire's the illest
My bitch is cold as fuck, she is the illest
Permanent scars on my body, can't heal 'em

Venus LaFleur, I be sendin' her flowers
She kind of winded, I gave her a poundin'
Can't jack a bitch, I got money to give to
Cool it, lil' nigga, I promise I'll sting you
Real DNA in my telomeres
We finna get these bags out of here
Fuck all them others, this our year
That bitch is all up my Amethyst
Double-R fuck that lil' mustang
Came from the hood with too much pain
I got some millions to obtain
In the hood, I'm havin' accolades
My Baton Rouge shooters rock Boosie Fades
This shit get deeper than Lake Lanier
I send them bags in expensive gear
When lil' folks died, I almost shed a tear (sometimes the rain is falling)
My wrist an AP, a chandelier
I caught a juug at the Candleri Inn
I got extra from all of these squares and pens
Lil' mama bad, lil' bae, you the coldest (sometimes, sometimes the rain is falling)
She want a nigga who really got motion 
She want a nigga who really gon' blow it
Double-R truck, I don't drive it, I float it
Take her up through there and then I might ghost her (sometimes the rain is falling)
My Rollie Presi', but I'm not a voter
Colorado plug, I feel like Nikola
African Gold on me, straight from Angola
Shout out to Crest, I know niggas on Boulder (sometimes, sometimes the rain is-)

I'm in the spot with the eights
Stackin' these racks, man, I feel like a bank
Youngins with me in the demonic state
AR-15 make his body deflate
What is this strain? Man, it taste like a grape
When I go, nigga gon' say that I'm great
I count up them racks in the trenches, safely
1911 and I got a safety
Where you from, bae? You lookin' amazing
What is this flavor? It's tastin' amazing
They love the drip, man, this shit is contagious
Still in the streets and the trenches, I'm famous
What is that pistol? I heard that you built it
I modified it, my fire's the illest
My bitch is cold as fuck, she is the illest
Permanent scars on my body, can't heal' em