I rarely even smile now

I ain't felt it inna while now

Music used to feel like my child,

But I'm bout my profit these days killy

They pay me in attendance fees,

I been stressing bout a hit that's relentlessly

I used to dream I'd have the best 16s

But I'm bout my profit these days Killy

Stand for something, or you'll fall for anything, (Don't change, don't change no)

Stand for something, or you'll fall for anything, (Don't change, don't change no)

Stand for something, or you'll fall for anything, (Don't change, don't change no)

Stand for something, or you'll fall for anything, (Don't change, don't change,)

Stand for something, or you'll fall for anything, (Don't change, don't change,)

Stand for something, or you'll fall for anything, (Don't change, don't change, change don't change)

Sellin death to **** that I knew were depressed

CV1, yout in need of funds for the rent

Gosford strip Odour, top shelf aroma, 2 phones, I'm just like Baby Keem, as I said

I'm on the scope for federally and customers

Nutin keeps you humbled up, like the stomach rumble does

Face anonymous, so the windows to my soul, are the only thing that tell you Ceecee got it for the low

Lo, and behold, Martin's Sofa was the soundtrack

To a life a strain, spaghetti the role I'm playing

Straying far from the yout that I once was backaday

I used to write every night, then rap away

Damnnnn, Ceecee put the rap away, when you dropping next? When you giving us that heatwave? asked TK

Usually I woulda felt a peak way, but I'm on profit these days (these days, these days)

I'm on profit these days (These days, these days)

I'm on profit these days (These days, these days)

I'm on profit these days (These days, these days)

I'm on my profit these days, these days, these days

2025, already fried off a migraine

I ain't had a good nights sleep in 45 days

Grad job living, then the end of the month comes

Council tax and bills taking more than a lump sum

6 months since, my first tape, a cursed date

Passion on the edge, feels like I'm going hearse way

Gave my heart, laid it bare when I spoke

Labels gave rejection, God gave my mum a stroke

This is the kinda shit I'd rap about, if I could, find some time , try strangle out

A passion lost, but that ain't paying rent

Made 8 bills a month, 6 of that I had to spend

When I plan to drop next, my **** asked, I snigger hard

And asked back how you think a **** living darg'

Once before, I woulda had nuff in store,

But right now, nothing more, cah I'm on profit these days (these days, these days)

I'm on profit these days (These days, these days)

I'm on profit these days (These days, these days)

I'm on profit these days (These days, these days)

I'm on my profit these days, these days, these days

Can you blame me or shame me for being who I am

I was tryna put up money for my fam, now I can

Man, pick me apart, who the fuck, cares if my art

Ain't from the heart, that ain't paid from the start

I find that framing bizarre, but then I had a convo with a yout the other day, who had a flame in his glance, revealed the shame in my stance

I was thinking this woulda be another fan, saying, "I Had A Line is the best mother's fam"

20-odd years was his age

Gave heavy nod, dapped a **** up he was saying

That his life, has been weighing on his mind for time now

A reason to wake up, he's trying find now

He ain't heard the melody of joy in so long, and the only thing he hears in ears is mine now

He said he relates to the struggles I'd write down

And Mic out, cos I got bars, like Highdown

But, he don't wanna drag, he's just got, one request

On his chest, will I answer honest? Yes

Can you please keep making the shit that keeps me going

Keep a **** rowing on this river of death

Quiver of breath, as he stared with a deep gaze

The folly of man as I reflect on my weak ways

He gave me his heart, I swear I saw his smile turn dark as I turn and told him I'm on profit these days