Vengeance 32.35 Lyrics – Scru Face Jean

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[Intro]
Aw, man

[Verse]
My mama told me, “Don’t you worry, we gon’ smother you with love”
And these phonies will not hold me ’cause I’m covered in the blood
I’m like, what, not that religious but figured I’d hit her up
Like, fu*k, keep praying, mama, ’cause karma hit like a slug
Like, son, look where we from and the things that we overcome
They want you gone because you won, but think the lies gon’ get it done? They dumb
Fake beefs ’bout as real as the fake tweets
They keep beating over our heads like we listening to Dre beats
What I heard is n!ggas birds and some herbs and some Twitter nerds
So much mud on y’all names, I can’t figure out what’s the dirt
What’s The Dirt is acting like you ain’t Black if you ain’t street
Dirt is only interacting with Blackness when Drake speaks
White boy or white girl, you can’t tell me what makes me
I’m still good where I’m from, but for you, it ain’t sweet
If you run off on one more plug and take cheese
Crodie gon’ ask you what that scamming about and spray heat
But b!tches gon’ keep b!tching, s*it they gon’ keep twisting
But if hit different, protecting n!ggas with real victims
Couple YouTube n!ggas used to talk to as friends
Then hopped out the jet that I will never talk to again
Ain’t even reached out, just peaced out, thought it would hurt me
Fu*k your apologizes, don’t bother me, we caught you, you thirsty
With **** now, no pity, this a serious war
Man in the yellow hat is cap, so he got curious, George
They don’t know, but you know what I’m getting to, dog
Just drop the addy like I’m getting you dogs, we getting too far
Well fu*k it, n!gga, he done got his henchmen involved
I’ll take the puppets and Jim Henson, killed them and they boss
And when you put the fam in it, it ain’t nothing to war
Nothing to call on, the squad like, “N!gga, fu*k it, it’s on”
So settle down, little clown, we might just heat your s*it
Ask around, might come to town, make you delete your s*it
Ah, I’m in my zone and now vengeance is what I’m on

It was me vs. (AkaDiddy), not his henchmen, not his clone
An alien, that’s why they try framing him, they can’t hang with him
Been Bruce Wayne, don’t make me put on the mask of Bane again
“Vengeance is mine” said the Lord and I heard him laugh
This the sound of the culture that made me, I’m fu*king proud
This the sound of me not giving fu*ks if you love me now
This the sound of Bishop getting right up when he hit the ground
This the sound of Doughboy in all black walking ’em down
This the sound of the end of Scarface if Tony had turned around, baow!
S*it, now where does that leave us?
Some n!ggas with deep secrets just preparing for Jesus, haha
Lord have mercy, y’all won’t hearse me
I’m the one that ducked the early bird, I woke too early
So love what you love and like what you like
‘Cause I’m like when fighting Mike was like rolling dice with your life
Curtiss told me it’s gon’ be a spiritual war
Thought he was tripping but I’m getting it more, I’ve said it before
This s*it is getting way too political, dog
Check the stakes, it’s starting to feel like more than lyrical war
It ain’t no fat, bummy, wack n!gga that’s ugly
Who’s a flunky to a junkie is ever gon’ try to punk me
A bunch of snakes and lizards, they sliver by George
Call themselves the Grand Wizard, like n!gga, my Lord
The Grand Wizard’s the Klan, n!gga, my God
That shows you ain’t from this culture that n!ggas done died for
These fake clowns I treat like reactions, just watch ’em break down
This space now, full of bad media showing face now
The big opp, I got the will to treat them boys like Chris Rock
Don’t get dropped ’cause they ain’t from hip hop, they just gift shop
Big bots, they AI, give ’em 76 shots
Tyronn Lue, we gon’ step on you ’cause we pissed off
You incels gotta stop it with the cap
Hot as coffee, this rap latte I drop in your lap
What up, Green? They got my back so I be marching with them cats
I walked through the valley of death with all these targets on my back
With no fear, I tell Satan I could drop him with a jab
Walk you with a strap and have you overtalking like I’m Vlad
Pistol singing like Relli A, where is Rocky at?
‘Cause these vultures ain’t in love with the culture, they mocking rap
More money, more problems, tell Biggie I copy that
But if you know me, then you know that I strive where it’s oppy at
More money, more problems, tell Biggie I copy that
But if you know me, then you know that I strive where it’s oppy at
Face!