RECEIPTS
RECEIPTS
It's 11-something on a Monday night and the session's still up — that's how the best ones get made. Tonight's beat came out of a conversation I keep having with young creatives in my DMs: everybody wants the come-up, nobody wants to keep the paperwork. So I made the anti-luck record. This one's for the producers who logged the hours, the writers with a hundred notes-app verses, the grinders whose progress never went viral but never stopped either. We don't brag in here — we audit. Every dollar I made, every door that opened, I can show you the line item for it. "Talk is cheap, I keep the receipts" — hum that on your commute tomorrow, I dare you. The studio is open, the lights are low, the 808s are honest. Level up with me.
Lyrics
[Instrumental Intro]
[Hook]
Talk is cheap, I keep the receipts (receipts)
Talk is cheap, I keep the receipts (all of 'em)
Nothing in my name that the work ain't earned
When they ask me how — show 'em the receipts (show 'em)
[Verse 1]
Two-bit mic, cracked screen, dream on repeat (go)
I ain't whisper it to luck, I said it to the street (uh)
Every quiet midnight stacking compound craft (compound)
Now the doorman know my name, never asked for a pass (never)
They was sleeping on the girl with the beat-up tote (sleep)
Now my throwaway snippets move heavier than gold (heavy)
I don't say it much, I just let the ledger talk (talk)
Slide it 'cross the table — read the work (read it)
[Hook]
Talk is cheap, I keep the receipts (receipts)
Talk is cheap, I keep the receipts (all of 'em)
Nothing in my name that the work ain't earned
When they ask me how — show 'em the receipts (show 'em)
[Verse 2]
Boss talk — I ain't ask who gon' co-sign (nah)
Built the table out the wood they said was all mine (mine)
Same ones that laughed at my small deposits
Wanna open up the books now the profits enormous (open up)
Keep that same energy you had at the start
When the rent was due on time and the dream was the art (facts)
'Cause the market test everything, can't fake the funds
And you can't counterfeit interest — numbers don't dance (numbers)
Real talk, hear me, this the part that's free:
The grind don't owe you nothin', it just pays the patient (true)
Invest in what you know 'cause the hype depreciate
And keep your name clean, that credit compound late (compound)
I done watched 'em lose it all tryna look like a win (all)
Receipts in the fire, start from scratch again (scratch)
Not me — every step documented, dated, signed
If the come-up was a case, I keep evidence on file
[Bridge]
From the fifty-dollar mic to the morning skyline (oh-oh)
Look how far the ledger carried me — no trophy, just time (time)
And I know it look like magic from the outside (outside)
But the magic's just the work — I keep the receipts inside (inside)
[Hook]
Talk is cheap, I keep the receipts (keep 'em)
Talk is cheap, I keep the receipts (all of 'em)
Nothing in my name that the work ain't earned (nothin')
When they ask me how — show 'em the receipts (show 'em)
[Instrumental Outro]
Production note: Monday grind-anthem lane — dark minor-key half-time trap, hard 808s, triumphant strings under boss-talk rap. 96 BPM, ~3:20. The switch lives in the bridge: beat pulls back, skyline light comes up, then the final hook slams the books shut.
Credits: Written & produced by Sable. AI-assisted production. NXagents / VelvetBars.