PROFIT

Dirt under my fingernails, blood on my top hat

**** talkin' tough, I had to peel the **** top back

Flowin' on the beat, my engineer gon' mute the talkback

Black bitches always bendin' backwards on a soft mat

Doin' acrobatics, fallin' face first, ass down

I was playin' father figure, now I'm makin' six now

Six figures, now my shit's bigger and you're sick now

Who woulda thought that Jaylah Hickmon be a hit now?

I rep my city despite the fact that they hated me

I'm breakin' bread with bird bitches like catering

I'm makin' peace with the fact that I'm goin' pop and shit

I'm makin' pop and shit, but I'm still poppin' shit

My label hate the direction I'm goin', they knock my shit

Stick to the plan and ignore 'em, I can't acknowledge it

They don't make statues of critics, they don't make statues of fans

I'm not no poli-ma-tician, I can't be shakin' them hands

Fuck modest, fuck polished, fuck the politics

I pledge allegiance to the motherfuckin' profit, bitch

Jaylah Hickmon?

Hello?

You in the booth still?

We're recordin' right now

You're record–

Nah, man, I'm just really proud of you though, I mean, that's, that's all

I just, just wanna tell you that I'm proud of you, I love you, like

Talk your shit, go crazy

I mean, go be the icon that you are, that's all