$CRIM - BEEN ABOUT IT

Follow Scrim - Instagram: FaceBook: Twitter: LYRICS: Yeah, hanging with some bitches I don’t even know I just made a mil’ about a week ago Fuck the IRS, I rather rather keep it bro I got ways to handle shit that you don’t need to know Yeah, when I’m out poling, keep my face covered $licky out the gutter, I don’t feel nothing Them bustas ain’t my brothers, ha, real funny People rain change when they see money Don’t ever try and play me with the sucka shit See that look up in my eye, they change the subject quick Don’t get me started, I like butts and shit You gеt rewarded with some hollow tips $licky $lick twistеd, I’ma fuckin’ mind demented Keep the drugs, walkin’ ’round like I’m reinvented Still a menace, still in prison like a life sentence Mental illness, shit get crazy when I find a tenant Tweakin’ walkin’ ’round like a mental patient I was out my mind with hallucinations How the fuck I didn’t die? Shit you can’t explain Hate to see my family cry, watchin’ me go vacant Fuck the fame, fuck the change, enough to go insane All the steel, all the shame fucking with my brain Hydroplane lane to lane, speeding through the rain Another day with the pain flowing through my veins Never thought a lot of y’all would try and take what’s mine Trust what I’m sayin, it’s worse than advertised Money come with problems, they can sympathize I done made peace with the thought of suicide What’s the talk about it? Me? I been about it What’s the talk about it? Me? I been about it What’s the talk about it? Me? I been about it What’s the talk about it? Me? I been about it Woke up in the room, bitch’es smell awkward I’m the one who gone fuck with mama and fuck her daughter AR-15, busted to the roof of college When I cum in pussy, I would rather bought it, yeah Petey Pablo with the chopper like a helicopter Used to be a drug dealer, Junkie’s call me Doctor Wash me in a blood, motherfucker, okay? And acting I dont like you, I just hate to talkin’ May used to have a molly, used to having nothing Still in slim-jeans, just a East-signed People try to overstep to push my buttons Bitches tryna overstay, I say we just fuckin’ Bitches over off all they friends, try to swing my love I can fuck ’em every morning, still won’t be enough God, a lot of issues, may won’t be in trust Take the, take the fix, mane, take the illusional Hot boy swervin’, 2021 Big house, I just bought another one Whatever gone stake, I got like two adome Thirty one, never have to work again