Scratches and Stitches Scratches and Stitches Scratches and Stitches aye Pulled up with the glock, you gonna get shot, the block is hot, don't you get caught The cost is real of this top meal I cannot feel this banana peel All of these g's be calling me They probably wanna plot on me yuh The stitches on my arm Are not from self harm So don't you be alarmed I will now remain unharmed aye The scratches on my legs just happened now their red They examined how I'm dead Too saddened to tell what I said I step on the floor, then I went to the store, I flung open the door, then came a war, for a simple little sword, I never wanted to be involved in this, this war is preposterous, people just don't know shit, they do this stuff on purpose, their finna get split, so I recommend that you dip, and you go take a trip, to Stockholm bitch aye Scratches and Stitches Scratches and Stitches Scratches and Stitches huh woah ayt let's do it .223 came with the scope, my rhymes are too dope, lil bitch says he smoke, but I told him, your jaw finna get broke, and then he stood their woke, now he fucking provoked me, I don't want no fucking casualties, but don't you go and plot on me, apparently you want to probably, murder me like an evil surgeon see, that ain't gonna happen, I'll make you take an aspirin, here, take a napkin, go back home to Katherine, or are you cheatin with Jacqueline aye