[Verse 1: Noname]
All my everything is for you
All my terrible sense of humor
And critical interviews
All my pearly gated redemption
And casual acting news
All this money
And law makin’, like racin’ against the moon, but
I sell pain for profit
And I feel profit watching
Everything is for everything
Rhymin’ with casualty
I know labels is backing me but
My tickets be selling out
And I’m steady raising my fetus
Another hit from the fee
110 degrees, in the desert heat
With a bubble coat, turtleneck underneath
Rolling up on the beach
Smoking a holy leaf
Laughing, baking
My homie T
Hoping joking is all we need
When I sell pain for profit
Now I binge-watch Atlanta
No more TV representation from a Kelsey Grammar
Let’s toast to niggas getting checks to work behind the camera
Somebody raise their nana
[Chorus: Phoelix]
Truth be told
I wear my heart on my sleeve
Watch you sit it on the shelf
[?] will never leave
Had to do it for myself
Find my praise
Go get your weapon
[Verse 2: Noname]
Real recognize real feeling like real prove
Real buddy buddy after the trip to the Cancun
Million dollar baby bet you can get to the hands too
Got a pack of wolves ready to damage a full moon
The only bitch actually rapping look like me now
[?]
[?] just reimagined a freestyle
Damn flood of niggas still watin’ for me to reach out
We shadowboxing the government
Hoping they put the leash down
I sell pain for profit, not propaganda
I know cancer’s origin linked to Santa
I know Santa’s origins linked to money
Mass production of cattle
Slaughtering for the yummy
These niggas is clever
The prison no better
The ghost of the living
We ain’t talking about Reggie
On Christmas we almost forget him
What’s a casket to a holdin’ cell
If a nigga ain’t in it
Only reason why I’m steady fadin’ and still independent
[Chorus: Phoelix]
Truth be told
I wear my heart on my sleeve
Watch you sit it on the shelf
[?] will never leave
Had to do it for myself
To find my praise
Go get your weapon
