

Intro
Barbershop mirror, count the marks like they're line items
Old man Willis reads a scar the way he reads religion
Says every one of them a receipt for what you learned
Says the block don't give nothing that you didn't earn
Verse
Twelve years old, chain slipped off my dirt bike wheel
Metal kissed my shin, taught me how pain deals
Quick lesson, scar closed up like a stitched-up zipper
Wore it into school next day, told the story bigger
Kids on the block start comparing who bled worse
Marcus had a burn mark, Danny had a curse
From his daddy's belt, we ranked it like a currency
Whoever hurt the hardest earned the most emergency
Respect, that's the interest rate on flesh and bone
Nobody teach you that at home, you learn it alone
By fourteen I had three, wore 'em like they merit
Didn't know the scar bank charges you to inherit
Next one, then the next, compound till you drowning
Every mark a receipt, every receipt keeps counting
Thought I was rich in reputation, stacked in proof
Didn't nobody tell me proof don't pay the roof
Chorus
Scar tissue economics, that's the only bank we trust
Pay in blood before you ever pay in trust
Every mark's a receipt for what you had to prove
Interest never stops till you got nothing left to lose
Verse
Seventeen, jumped the fence chasing a paycheck
Landlord's dog tore my forearm, I ain't break step
Kept running 'cause the job depended on the timing
Showed up bleeding, boss just nodded, kept me climbing
That scar bought me six months steady at the loading dock
Told my mama it was nothing, kept the story locked
She saw it in the shower steam, asked what happened
I said cost of doing business, she just sat there, silent
That's when I learned the currency ain't only pain
It's what you hide to keep the people that you claim
Safe from knowing what the safety really cost
Every dollar that I made, some piece of me got lost
Started keeping score like it was something I could bank
Scar for scar, rank for rank, tank after tank
Thought the marks would buy me out the block for good
Turns out debt like that don't leave the neighborhood
Chorus
Scar tissue economics, that's the only bank we trust
Pay in blood before you ever pay in trust
Every mark's a receipt for what you had to prove
Interest never stops till you got nothing left to lose
Bridge
My little cousin showed me a cut across his knuckle
Proud like I was at his age, waiting on my chuckle
I told him put the story down, that ain't a badge, it's a bill
Told him the block don't forget what you owe, and it never will
I used to think the ledger balanced when the pain looked equal
Now I know real wealth is walking off before the sequel
Started paying different, time instead of tissue
Sat with him on the stoop, talked instead of miss you
Told him every mark I got still aches when it rains
Told him currency like that don't c
Trap · Dark · 88 BPM · 4:00 — Hip-Hop (trap), confident, menacing swagger, modern trap hi-hats, 808 sub-bass, rattling trap hi-hats, moody synth pad, sparse piano stabs, F minor, aggressive rapid-fire rap with gritty ad-libs
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