Dirt under my fingernails, blood on my top hat
nigga talkin’ tough, I had to peel the nigga 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
