Scarface lyrics

[Verse 1]
All of the sudden
n*ggas is hating, my n*ggas is buzzin’
Just roll with the punches
This rachet is nothing, my n*ggas I love ‘em
My cousins, my brothers
My n*ggas my cousins, f*ck it’s whatever
I done broke down bricks and sold all dubs
I ain’t lying, had it popping n*gga, [?]
All this indirect talking, all these twitter gangsters
It’s time to walk them n*ggas down, man they been hating
One minute it’s all love, then these n*ggas hating
It never was love, I checked the situation
I’m in that new Audi, got your b*tch with me
I hate it when she get that lipstick on me
She know I'm cooler than ever
So you know what that means, sh*t I’m cool as the weather
Heated seats, a massage in that new machine
I been cooking up that work since I was 17
I started from the bottom with that triple beam
Had a [?], an eight ball, and two fiends
n*ggas got the nerve to say I’m acting different
If you feel that way then get it cracking pus*y
I’m always in the streets, I got that thing on me
You want to go to war, well don’t sing homie
You got to keep it gutter as ever
And when it’s on sight my n*ggas leaving blood wherever
[Hook]
Feeling like Scarface
I’m feeling like, feeling like, feeling like Scarface
Feeling like Scarface
8 Audi, all white, b*tch I'm feeling like Scarface
I’m feeling like Scarface
I’m feeling like, feeling like, feeling like Scarface
All these bricks up on the table n*gga
No [?] b*tch, but I’m feeling like I’m Scarface

[Verse 2]
I’m feeling like I’m Scarface
My car all white n*gga
The AA, why these n*ggas hating on me?
20 bands in my Balmains, I been straight
How these n*ggas tryna knock my hustle like
Everything I got ain’t from the muscle like
It’s time to line up these fiends and count up these runners
Every call get answered, ain’t no more missing
n*gga get in the way, you know that he get it
Found a round with his Glock, you know it’s extended
Shout out Mr. Tony, man he got me back
When that [?] out he spent 100 racks
I know that sh*t sound kind of bad don’t it?
I had to do it, I had to do it, that’s on my last homie
To the Orioles, we don’t do no bake
When the cops get behind me I don’t use no brakes
I be gassing on them rookies, all I do is scrape
Snatch a point out your brick, you don’t know ‘bout weight
[Hook]
Feeling like Scarface
I’m feeling like, feeling like, feeling like Scarface
Feeling like Scarface
8 Audi, all white, b*tch I'm feeling like Scarface
I’m feeling like Scarface
I’m feeling like, feeling like, feeling like Scarface
All these bricks up on the table n*gga
No [?] b*tch, but I’m feeling like I’m Scarface