Song 31

All my everything is for you
 All my terrible sense of humor and critical interviews
 All my pearly gated redemption and causal afternoons
 All this money you know I'm making like racing against the moon, but
 I sell pain for profit
 And I feel prophet watching
 Everything is for everything rhyming with causality,
 Ain't no labels that's backing me but my tickets be selling out
 And I'm steady raising my feetus, another hit from the fee
 This another hit from the phone
 110 degrees in the desert heat
 With a bubble coat, turtleneck underneath
 Rolling up on the beach
 Smoking a holy weed
 Laughing baking my homie Tee
 hoping joking is all we need
 When I sell pain for profit
 Now I binge watch Atlanta
 No more TV representation from a Kelsy Grammer
 Let's toast to niggas getting checks who work behind the camera
 Somebody raise they man up
 Truth be told
 I wear my heart on my sleeve
 Watch you sit it on the shelf
 Now my body got cold
 I swear we'll never leave
 Had to do it for myself
 To find my praise
 Go, get your weapon
 
 Real recognize real feeling like real proof
 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, it look like me now
 Or meow
 Kitty just reimagined a freestyle
 Dm flooded niggas still waiting for me to reach out
 We shadow boxing government hoping they put the leash down
 I sell pain for profit not propaganda
 I know cancers origins link to Santa
 I know Santa's origins link to money
 Mass production of cattle, a slaughtering for the yummy
 These niggas is clever, the prison no better
 The ghost of the living
 We ain't talk about Reggie on Christmas we almost forget him
 What's a casket to a holding cell if a nigga ain't in it
 Only reason why I'm steady faded and still independent
 Truth be told
 I wear my heart on my sleeve
 Watch you sit it on the shelf
 Now my body got cold
 I swear we'll never leave
 Had to do it for myself
 To find my praise
 Go, get your weapon