Every win I got, I paid in scars,
Got receipts run deep as the cuts they are.
Ain’t a crown on Earth that don’t weigh blood,
Ain’t a man that rose who ain’t crawled through mud.
I bled ink on them bills and bars,
Traded dreams for gas and guitars.
Half my heart in this 808,
Other half still tryin’ to heal too late.
Every “made it” come with a wound I hide,
Every smile a little suicide.
Pain the price, I never charge,
Still sellin’ truth by the yard.

Paid in scars, yeah, the cost was deep,
I don’t count what I lost, just what I keep.
Blood in my words, sweat in my art,
Every song a stitch in my heart.
Ain’t no fame I ain’t bled for real,
Ain’t no dream that don’t still heal.
Paid in scars —
I signed my name in feel.

Yeah, I learned peace from the hardest nights,
Turned “why me” into “alright.”
I seen angels in unpaid bills,
Heard God in the pause that kills.
Every “no” made me sharper still,
Every door shut taught me skill.
I don’t flex — I reminisce,
Every verse a scar, every breath a risk.
You can’t fake pain when you rap from gut,
Can’t write truth if you ain’t been cut.
Every failure a flame, every loss a star,
Every bruise got me this far.

Paid in scars, yeah, the cost was deep,
I don’t count what I lost, just what I keep.
Blood in my words, sweat in my art,
Every song a stitch in my heart.
Ain’t no fame I ain’t bled for real,
Ain’t no dream that don’t still heal.
Paid in scars —
I signed my name in feel.

Every story got a tax to pay,
Every truth take a piece away.
If pain the price for soundin’ right,
Then I’m rich in wrong tonight.
You can’t polish grit without a grind,
Can’t fake peace without the climb.
If I shine, it’s ‘cause I cracked,
If I speak, it’s ‘cause I snapped.

Look — I seen hope turn to rust and still work,
Seen faith go broke and still smirk.
I ain’t holy, I just hurt with grace,
Still find light in the strangest place.
So when they ask how I made it here,
Tell ‘em pain got drive, and I learned to steer.
Every verse a mile, every rhyme a scar,
Every truth I spit, that’s who we are.

Paid in scars, yeah, the cost was deep,
I don’t count what I lost, just what I keep.
Blood in my words, sweat in my art,
Every song a stitch in my heart.
Ain’t no fame I ain’t bled for real,
Ain’t no dream that don’t still heal.
Paid in scars —
That’s the deal.

Yeah…
Every line I wrote paid rent on my peace.