Song 31
NoName Lyrics


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All my everything is for you
All my terrible sense of humor and critical interviews
All my pearly gated redemption and casual afternoons
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
Hundred and ten 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 Grammer
Let's toast to niggas getting checks to work behind the camera
Somebody raise their nana

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 weapons out

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, it look like me now
A meow, kitty just reimagined a freestyle
Damn flood of niggas still waitin' for me to reach out
We shadowboxing 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, the 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

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 weapons out

Overall Meaning

The first part of the song is about NoName's willingness to dedicate everything to the love of her life. She mentions her sense of humor, interviews, redemption, and other things she holds dear. However, she also acknowledges her role as a profit-making artist, who sells pain as music. She understands the balance between her personal life and her career in music, which is backed by labels, and her concerts sell out.


NoName contrasts her life with the entertainment industry as opposed to the real world. She describes watching television shows and movies, hoping that they will someday accurately represent the world, especially with TV shows like Atlanta that showcase diversity. She also mentions empowering women in the music industry, like herself, who are independent and successful. She addresses the prison-industrial complex and how it affects black people. She concludes with an assertion of her independent spirit and how she will continue to make music that people relate to.


Line by Line Meaning

All my everything is for you
I dedicate my entire being to you


All my terrible sense of humor and critical interviews
Even the parts of me that are flawed, like my bad sense of humor and interviews which have received criticism, are for you


All my pearly gated redemption and casual afternoons
I offer both my religious redemption and my simple everyday moments to you


All this money and law-makin', like racin' against the moon, but
I work hard with both my wealth and legislation, but it feels like an impossible task like racing against the moon


I sell pain for profit and I feel profit watching
I make a profit by selling my own pain and I feel satisfied by the profit I make


Everything is for everything, rhymin' with casualty
Everything I do is meaningful and comes with consequences, even when I write songs effortlessly


I know labels is backing me, but my tickets be selling out
Although record labels support me, my success is proven by how my show tickets constantly sell out


And I'm steady raising my fetus, another hit from the fee
I am consistently nurturing and developing my unborn child, and producing another hit song from the money I earn


Hundred and ten degrees, in the desert heat
With the temperature being very hot, reaching 110 degrees, in the scorching desert heat


With a bubble coat, turtleneck underneath
Wearing warm clothes like a bubble coat and a turtleneck despite the heat


Rolling up on the beach, smoking a holy leaf
I am smoking a joint on the beach, feeling spiritually connected


Laughing, baking, my homie T, hoping joking is all we need
Together with my friend T, we laugh and bake, hoping that laughter and jokes are sufficient for a good time


When I sell pain for profit
I make a profit by selling music that reflects my painful experiences


Now I binge-watch Atlanta
Lately, I’ve been watching the TV show Atlanta for long periods of time


No more TV representation from a Kelsey Grammer
I am no longer interested in TV shows produced and represented by Kelsey Grammer


Let's toast to niggas getting checks to work behind the camera
Let's celebrate Black people earning success by working behind the scenes in the entertainment industry


Somebody raise their nana
Someone please cheer and celebrate their grandmother


Truth be told
To be honest


I wear my heart on my sleeve
I am openly expressive of my emotions


Watch you sit it on the shelf
I see you disregard and ignore my emotions


Now my body got cold
I am feeling emotionally distant and neglected, leaving me feeling ‘cold’


I swear we'll never leave
I promise to never abandon my own emotional well-being again


Had to do it for myself
I had to take care of myself first


To find my praise
In order to receive recognition for my music


Go, get your weapons out
Get ready for the moment that requires initiation or confrontation


Real recognize real feeling like real prove
People with similar experiences understand each other very well


Real buddy-buddy after the trip to the Cancun
Becoming close friends after taking a trip to Cancun together


Million dollar baby bet you can get to the hands too
Even a disadvantaged person has the potential to succeed and earn a substantial income


Got a pack of wolves ready to damage a full moon
I have a group of capable supporters who are prepared to overcome any challenge together


The only bitch actually rapping, it look like me now
I'm the only female rapper who is being taken seriously, and I'm taking the spotlight now


A meow, kitty just reimagined a freestyle
A woman, who was initially seen as harmless, just created an amazing freestyle performance


Damn flood of niggas still waitin' for me to reach out
A lot of people hope to work with me but just expect me initiate the collaboration


We shadowboxing government, hoping they put the leash down
We're discouraged by the government's oversight and hoping for less strict regulations, while feeling like we're in a never-ending battle


I sell pain for profit, not propaganda
I use my painful experiences to create art, without trying to purposely manipulate anyone’s emotions


I know cancer's origin linked to Santa
I understand that cancer likely originates from a particular region of the body, despite it being linked to a character like Santa in popular culture


I know Santa's origins linked to money
The creation of the character Santa Claus was in part motivated by commercial interests


Mass production of cattle, the slaughtering for the yummy
A lot of cows are being bred and killed for food products


These niggas is clever, the prison no better
The complex trap of being jailed disproportionately affects Black communities, as a result of a corrupt justice system


The ghost of the living
The lingering, haunting effects of past injustices on the present


We ain't talking about Reggie on Christmas, we almost forget him
We forget about people like Reggie, who may not have enough money or food to enjoy a proper Christmas, and it becomes an afterthought


What's a casket to a holdin' cell if a nigga ain't in it?
Symbolic death through stigmatization within prison, is no different than actual death.


Only reason why I'm steady fadin' and still independent
Despite the challenges I face, I'm still progressing and staying true to myself as an independent artist.




Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Written by: Fatimah Warner, Michael Anthony Neil

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