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 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. 
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