Scars on the Trophy

Yeah…

Mic’s hot, chest heavy, lights bleeding red on my skin

I earned this stage with blood in my timbre

Let’s talk about it

Pain carved my name in the concrete

Gratitude stitched the pieces back

I cried rivers, now I surf ’em

Every scar is a trophy, never hide ’em

I hurt, I healed, I’m still standing

Thank you to every night that tried to end me

Grammy in my hand, tears in my eyes

This for every girl who thought she’d never touch the sky

Thirteen, bedroom mirror cracked like my spirit

Momma crying in the kitchen, bills taller than the ceiling

Daddy gone, left a hole shaped like his leather jacket

I wore his absence like a chain, heavy, no clasp, no magic

School hallway warzone, they laughed at my thrift-store fit

Called me “charity case,” threw fries at my head in the pit

I smiled with braces and heartbreak, swallowed every slur

Came home, wrote my first bars on the back of welfare forms

Sixteen, fell stupid in love with a boy who spoke in poems

He kissed me soft then sold my secrets to his homies for clout

Found out in the group chat, 3 a.m., stomach on the floor

Puked up my trust in the toilet, flushed it, wrote some more

Eighteen, evicted, couch-surfing with trash bags of clothes

Slept in the studio booth when the landlord changed the locks

Engineer let me crash, said “Your pain got a frequency”

So I screamed into the mic till my throat bled symphony

Twenty-one, almost quit—overdose on the bathroom tile

Note on the sink said “I’m tired of pretending I’m worth while”

Best friend kicked the door, pumped my chest, cursed my name

Held my hair back while I threw up death, whispered “Stay, it’s not the same without you”

That night I promised God, the devil, the mirror, whoever listening

If I wake up, I’m never wasting this hurt again

[Chorus again, rawer

Pain carved my name in the concrete

Gratitude stitched the pieces back

I cried oceans, now I own ’em

Every scar got a story on the plaque

I hurt, I healed, I’m still bleeding

Thank you to every hand that ever left me

Grammy in my fist, middle finger to the past

This for every girl still scared to laugh too loud

Record deal came like a hurricane in a silk suit

Told me lose twenty pounds, dye my hair, smile cute

Said my trauma was “too heavy for pop radio”

So I said “Good, I ain’t pop, I’m a loaded gun with vocals”

They dropped me when I refused to play porcelain

Back to ramen and roaches, pride thicker than embarrassment

Kept posting freestyles on the gram from laundromats

Fans sent Venmos for detergent, said “Queen, we got your back”

One viral clip, twelve million views overnight

Major labels crawling back like roaches when you turn on the light

I signed to myself, kept my masters, kept my soul

Built a team of women who all got stories that weigh a ton

Now my accountant cry when she never seen this many zeros

I send momma screenshots just to watch her scream in emojis

Bought daddy’s old block, turned his trap house to a garden

Roses growing where the dope fiends

used to nod out

Forgave him in a letter I never mailed

Some healing ain’t for them, it’s for you—keep it sealed

Still get flashbacks when the fireworks pop

Body remembers what the mind trying to detox

But I breathe through it, four-count in, four-count out

Turn the panic to a cadence, spit the fear till it tap out

I used to pray for a way out

Now I pray for the girls still inside it

If you bleeding in silence tonight

Put this song on and scream with me

You are not broken

You are breaking ground

Everything they buried

Is about to be a crown

Look—

I got stretch marks shaped like lightning

C-section scar like a grin under my belly ring

Lost an ovary to the stress, still birthed an empire

Turned my womb into a boardroom, every egg a new buyer

Therapist said “You romanticize the pain”

I said “No, I monetize the lesson—big difference, doc”

Walked the red carpet with the same thighs they said were too fat

Designer gown custom made, split high to flash the tracks

Paparazzi screaming “Who you wearing?”

I said “Every woman who never got to tell her story—this for them”

When they handed me this Grammy, I almost dropped it

Not ’cause it’s heavy—’cause my hands still shake sometimes

Looked out at the crowd, saw my thirteen-year-old self

Standing in the nosebleeds, braces glinting, eyes swollen

I pointed right at her and said

“We made it, baby girl. Cry all you want now—these tears taste like gold”

Pain carved my name in the concrete

Gratitude built the whole damn street

I was lost, now I’m home in me

Every crack let the light leak free

To every night that tried to kill me

Thank you—without you there’s no victory

I’m still hurting, still healing, still whole

This Grammy’s just metal

The real award is my soul

To every girl listening in her car right now

Crying so hard the windshield blurry

Keep driving

The road don’t end where the pain begins

It just changes lanes

I love y’all

We did it

We still doing it

Turn this up till the speakers bleed

This for us

Forever