Dirt under my fingernails, blood on my top hat
Talkin' tough, I had to peel the n***a top back
Flowin' on the beat, my engine n***a mute to talk back
Black n***a always bendin' backwards on the soft mat
Doin' acrobatics, fallin' face first, f*** down
I was playin' father figure, now I'm makin' six now
Six figures, now my s*** bigger and you're sick now
Who would've thought that Jalen Hickman be a hit now?
I rep my city despite the fact that they hated me
I'm breakin' bread with bird b***h like Hayden Ring
I'm makin' peace with the fact that I'm goin' pop
I'm makin' pop, but I'm still pop
My label hate the direction I'm goin', they knock my s***
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 parlementician, I can't be shakin' them hands
Modest f***, polished f***, the politics
I'm makin' peace with the fact that I'm goin' pop
I pledge allegiance to the motherf***ing prophet
I just wanna tell you that I'm proud of you, I love you
Like, talk your s***, go crazy
I mean, go be the icon that you are, that's all