Mama told me, "Baby, keep your soul clean"

But this industry'll sip you like codiene

They say, "Be yourself," then clip your wings

Sell you dreams and charge you for the strings

Pretty face, they'll market that

Soft voice, they'll target that

Their whole team tryna bargain now, like my body's where the art is at

Girls get signed, get silenced, closed doors don't come in sirens

They say do it for the virals, baby

Ain't nobody teaching 'bout surviving

And I ain't pointing fingers

I'm just holding up a mirror

If the truth makes you uncomfortable

Then maybe you should hear it

Why we glorify selling pussy?

Don't glorify a degree

Clap for who got naked

Not for who got free

Why the world praise who get followers, not who need therapy?

Telling young girls sell a fantasy

Never tell them they could just be, be

They say push the limits, but they scared of truth

They want the pain without the proof

Artists watered down like juice, all these filters got 'em feelin' bulletproof

Meanwhile, I'm here trying to bleed on pages

Spilling secrets like minimum wage

Every label wants a bad bitch anthem, but nobody wants a song that saves us

Tell me, when did talent get replaced by gimmicks?

When were hearts traded for analytics?

When did women have to strip to get a listen?

Every shady hand with a contract (Ayy-ayy-ayy, ah, ah)

Woah

Why we glorify sellin' pussy

Don't glorify a degree

Clap for who got naked

Not for who got free

Why the world praise who get followers, not who need therapy?

Telling young girls sell a fantasy

Never tell them they could just be, be

I ain't knocking nobody's hustle

I know life ain't built equal

If success means losing yourself

Then the cost ain't worth a sequel

Maybe I'm too honest, honest kept me breathing

Loving myself is rebellious, guess I'm never leaving

Maybe I'm too honest, honest kept me breathing

Loving myself, guess I'm never leaving