PROFIT lyrics

[Intro]
Thank you Mike

[Verse]
Dirt under my fingernails, blood on my top hat
n*gga talkin' tough, I had to peel the n*gga top back
Flowin' on the beat, my engineer gon' mute the talkback
Black b*tches 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 sh*t'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 b*tches like catering
I'm makin' peace with the fact that I'm goin' pop and sh*t
I'm makin' pop and sh*t, but I'm still poppin' sh*t
My label hate the direction I'm goin', they knock my sh*t
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
f*ck modest, f*ck polished, f*ck the politics
I pledge allegiance to the motherf*ckin' profit, b*tch

[Outro]
Jaylah Hickmon?
Hello?
You in the booth still?
We 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 sh*t, go crazy
I mean, go be the icon that you are, that's all