Scars / J.I the Prince of N.Y yeah You did me dirty, now you mad because I'm filthy rich I'm way too clean to be trippin' over some filthy bitch I feel depression, now I'm sippin' on some filthy shit I know I brush away the pain, but I be feelin' it, yeah You was takin' shots and now you duckin' 'em, yeah I'm not gon' stress over bitches, unless I'm fuckin' 'em She probably think I'm a dick, but she be suckin' 'em They said I made it out the hood, guess I'm the lucky one