Receipts

Lyrics

Yeah, look
 Every day that they see me they like, what's up dude
 I tell them not much, but we know it's not true
 Got a to-do list that every day I gotta run through
 I don't wanna small talk bout it let the work talk for me, yeah
 I don't tell nobody bout my secrets
 Keep it to myself cause now a days they wanna leak it
 I don't even share it with my family as of recent
 Not cause I don't trust them I would rather let them see it for themselves
 I got insecurities, I don't wear them on my sleeves
 So you know I gotta keep them on the shelf, like awards I don't have yet
 And every second that I wasted talking bout it is a second I can't have back
 Look
 I don't wanna tell them everything I'm gonna do
 I would rather show them everything that I achieved
 I don't wanna tell them that I got it with no proof
 I would rather show them the receipts
 I find it funny how they say you gotta talk less and do more
 When I rap I talk more and do less
 Already had a blue check before I made the music
 And now I'm making verified hits every stu session
 I got ways to go I know I'll never stop
 Opportunities are coming to me I'mma let 'em knock
 Open up the door and let them in how could I ever not
 Better pop off any second, head spinning like a helicopter
 Let it breathe then I'm back in it
 You can give me any beat and I'm attacking it
 Four hundred at bat what I'm averaging
 Four of Clubs on the cap, the establishment
 At the show and the crowd get loud to it
 Lyrics stay slick but it's still got a bounce to it
 First round pick if they ever get around to it
 First round K.O. I don't gotta round two it
 I don't wanna tell them everything I'm gonna do
 I would rather show them everything that I achieved
 I don't wanna tell them that I got it with no proof
 I would rather show them the receipts
 The receipts
 I don't wanna tell them how much money I'mma blow
 I would rather show them when I pull up in that beam
 I don't wanna tell them not to fuck round with the goat
 I would rather pull up with the banger on the seat
 Dicks hating, these cats biting my plays like every week
 Quit playin fore I'm aiming and spraying at ya feet
 In laymen's, they can't play with this human, I'm elite
 What I'm saying is you my pet in this game, now where's your leash
 Big brain got my pen staying on jet flame
 Feel the pain whenever I start orangutan-ing the beat,
 Get paid for a quick 8, was just laid
 Man I ate so many verses I think they staining on my teeth
 Hold on, let me check that
 Got them asking where is Lex at
 Best rap, got them pressed bad, what you said cap
 Matty Beats, Lex, and Connor P
 Gone get yo neck snapped
 I don't wanna tell them everything I'm gonna do
 I would rather show them everything that I achieved
 I don't wanna tell them that I got it with no proof
 I would rather show them the receipts
 

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Duration
02:36
Tempo
107 BPM

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