These Scars

[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 retardo if 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, fuck Moscato 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 mil' 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 rumors, 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