Meek Mill

Meek Mill - These Scars lyrics

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(feat. Future & Guordan Banks)



[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

When I was on 'gram entertaining all the rap beefs

We was on the hood goin' to war on the backstreets

Bulletproof Caddy like who said they gon' get at me

Pull up in your hood, niggas running like a track meet

No more Rollies, I'm just buying more properties

Young niggas watching me, give 'em that game properly

Past go twice, skip jail, build a monopoly

Don't let 'em trick you outta your spot

Nigga you gotta be retard or you could treat me out this new Gallardo

Since I been gettin' it, ain't miss a season from Ricardo

Tisci when they see me, know me at Wells Fargo

Still rappin' like it's no tomorrow

So I don't have to stand, let me borrow

And let you in my circle, but that's coming with a cost though

You don't work, you gon' starve yo

Dime in the crib, tip-toeing on the marble

Rockin' all this ice, I'm just tryna hide my scars tho

Somethin' bout that Wraith and them lights, how them stars glow

Give me motivation, out in Miami, know the Haitians

All the hitters got the bitches and I'm MMG

A legend on Collins how they gon' remember me

Young niggas



[Chorus: Guordan Banks]

The land they gave us was always ours

Don't close the door, you owe us more, uhh

I know that it's hard to face reality, mm

And when they changed, they were all surprised but me

And we buy Wraiths to hide behind these stars, yeah

And we rock all this ice just to hide these scars

If you never seen a dream fade away behind all these bars

And only god can touch your soul behind all these bars, oh



[Verse 2: Future]

Patek on, iced out, yeah yeah (yeah yeah)

Hundred rounds, brrr, spend live by (brr)

Drankin' purple lean, f**k my sky dive

Ridin' in them Wraiths like a shotta (skrrt skrrt)

Skipped out of school, whipped a deuce to a four

Chanel on my whore, got the marble on my floor

Ten mill deal just to wear Diadora

I secure the bag first round, that's of course

Cocaina white inside, that's a Porsche

Came from the gutter, nigga trapping is a sport

Young nigga don't spray the drum in the court

Pass the Actavis, pop the seal like a cork

They running out of info, making rumours, what's your source?

Friends turned to foes, niggas leavin' me no choice

Hoes gettin' exposed, make a nigga cut them short

Hit a few licks before I made it out of choice



[Chorus: Guordan Banks]

The land they gave us was always ours

Don't close the door, you owe us more, uhh

I know that it's hard to face reality, mm

And when they changed, they were all surprised but me

And we buy Wraiths to hide behind these stars, yeah

And we rock all this ice just to hide these scars

If you never seen a dream fade away behind all these bars

And only god can touch your soul behind all these bars, oh
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