Scars
Moneybagg Yo Lyrics

Don't know where to start
Unclear on how to proceed

Just know it started hard (just know it started hard)
Understanding that things were tough

Ridin' with a charge, in this double-R
Driving in a Rolls-Royce with a legal issue

Prayin' I see tomorrow (I pray I see tomorrow)
Wishing to survive through the next day

The hood left me with scars, niggas turned fraud
Bad experiences in his neighborhood, causing trust issues

Feel the pain all in my bars
Putting his pain into his music

Ice on me colder than my heart, different cars in my garage
Material possessions to fill the emotional void

Feel like money heal my scars
Believing money can fix all his problems

If you take away all this fame, all this status, all my name
Wondering who will remain close without the fame

Strip the diamonds out these chains, I wonder who gon' remain
Questioning loyalty when the wealth is gone

I was so hungry, seen my heart beat, what you know 'bout starving?
Experienced extreme desperation and hunger

I got scars on my feet, from kickin' doors and robbin'
Physical reminders of crime

No lawyer fightin' charges, will they visit? Probably
Expecting abandonment from some friends during legal battles

Commissary hardly
Struggling financially while incarcerated

Yeah, if I overcome this setback I don't want to hear you sorry
Not interested in sympathy

You can't get a sentence in my million dollar story
Rejecting external narratives about his life

I don't fuck with niggas, I got smoke with niggas
Avoiding potentially harmful relationships

Antisocial, I don't crack no jokes with niggas
Preferring to keep to himself

Something I learned 'bout the enemy, gotta keep 'em close to you, uh-huh
Understanding that some enemies can actually be useful

On the road, different shows
Constantly touring

I move through these cities with all of my guards up
Being cautious in new places

I had to beat the odds (I did)
Overcoming difficult obstacles

I got to keep the rod (why you say that?)
Needing protection

I had enough of scars (of scars)
Sick of being hurt

Got a Fendi band-aid across my heart
Emotional injuries covered up with materialistic band-aids

Tryna heal the scars with these clothes and cars
Using material possessions as a coping mechanism

I don't need a bitch if she can't play her part
No use for someone not meeting his standards

Since he playin' games make him bullet dodge
Threatening those not taking him seriously

I cruise the city in this Wraith space, I say that 'cause it's stars in it
Enjoying luxury cars

They say I sold my soul, I reply I put my heart in it
Defending his passion for music

The talent I got God-given, hundred K some odds with me
Having natural talent despite obstacles

Large with me, big bag on me, yeah, whoa-oh-oh
Carrying a lot of money

I had to go put my feelings up (where they go?)
Hiding his emotions

I put them all in a Bentley truck (skrrt)
Using material possessions to mask his emotions

These niggas hollerin' and actin' tough (talkin')
Others putting on a front

Really be childish, sippy cup (toddler)
Others acting immature

I'm in the loft with the semi tucked (right now)
Being cautious with firearms

I know they plottin' to hit me up (I know)
Being aware of potential danger

I know I don't express my feelings
Admitting to emotional suppression

Please forgive me, I
Asking for patience and understanding

Feel like money heal my scars, feel like money heal my scars
Reiterating the belief that material possessions solve emotional issues