Son Scotty - #Anyways lyrics

Im one of the nastiest you've ever seen up in game Son Scotty im coming through You already know I spit that flame 716 Is where im coming from bury ya area code Hear me and they be like damn that n***a f**in cold But they cannot tell my roll Play me in poker and ya hands will fold Get the girl soaking wet She piping hot Just like a dinner roll They lookin at me like im new My n***a I ben hurr You see my chariot It carries the logs I call it timburr And im still young So I just learned ember But I been a flamethrower Protect yo eyes from the cinder A phone fire like tinder I'll burn ya books no kindle If this was the sea I'd be a shark and you play the mino I just might slide in the game and just get up in the middle And when I do im a still be murdering instrumentals This is wyatt erp with two triple barrel gold pistols This is ceaser milan with an all powerful dog whistle All this was real before I came down from heaven Add those three together and that all equals seven The dog whistle is one The guns are six Put those three together just to show you who im f**in with 716 is the area code I bring them flakes with me n***a like wherever I go And When I said them flakes im talkin bout all of the snow Cause words can get flipped into ones thats not ya own Have em thinking that im running up inside ya homes I would never do that Cause im home anyways You can catch me chilling in the attic like anyday Man Anyways This sh** happens everyday I can't let em know I rap anymore Like anyways They views of me are misconstrued like anyways So me adding that fact just k**s all the rest How far can you get without receiving the pitch For all of the tricks With no treats The rope that won't reach They tied you down and took ya trees Took ya tounge And k**ed ya god Now you're the supreme facade Stop with the hues Please we are not colors The only way to advance is by looking out for each other Lend ya brother a f**ing helping hand When he sees his sister see you see him with his hand in the sand What is the matter with man I wonder if this was the plan all along And if it was My question is where did we come from And how did we get here I mean under this sun In America we pretty much live and die by the gun Hoping for funds So we can go and have fun Put those gla**es back on You know the color of rose So you can continue to live your life I mean the one that we chose Wanting the gold But just got the ambition of a runner up And got the nerve to cuse And blame it on the next man And if not them they blame it all on uncle sam Trying to get the pity party on and poppin And those really last as long as celeb wedding bands And weddings are a sham just another way for the state own ya a** But it's ok you can still sober up Just dont forget about the family that raised you up When you get out in this world and start making them big bucks It's young