Dirted up on my fingernails, blood on my top hat Nigga talkin´ tough, I had to build a nigga talk back
Flowin´ on the beat, my engineer gon´ mute the talk back Black bitches always bendin´ backwards on a soft mat Doin´ acrobats, fallin´ face first, ass down I was playin´ father figure now I´m makin´ six now Six figures now, my shit´s bigger in your sink now Who would´ve thought that Jaylah Hickmon be a hit now? I wreck my shit despite the fact that they hated me I´m breakin´ bread with bird bitches like caterine I´m makin´ peace with the fact that I´m goin´ pop and shit I´m makin´ papa shit but I´m still poppin´ shit
My label hate the direction I´m goin´, they not my shit Stick to the plan and ignore ´em, I can´t aknowledge it They don´t make statues of critics, they don´t make statues of fans I´m not no politician, I can´t be shakin´ them hands Fuck modest, fuck college, fuck the politics I pledge alleagence to the motherfuckin´ profit, bitch
Turn the hook in Hello? Hittin´ what you suppose to We recordin´ right now You recordin´? Nah, man, I´m just really proud of you, though, I just wanna tell you that I´m proud of you, I love you, talk your shit, go crazy, I mean, go be the icon that you are, that´s all