Receipts Don’t Lie

If I can’t find evidence that cash still flowing,
I know where my mind going, dark corners, no hoping.
High life, champagne taste, pain still showing,
One thing don’t lie—bills keep exposing.
Yeah, receipts don’t lie, nah, receipts don’t lie,
Dreams talk big but the numbers testify.
Verse 1
Mama said “count your blessings,” landlord said “rent,”
Life talk sweet but the ledger stay bent.
Everybody flex rich, borrowed confidence,
Instagram crowns with a bankruptcy scent.
I seen kings fall off a shiny illusion,
Gold chains hide silent conclusions.
Mind start drifting when the fridge start empty,
Morals get tested when the hunger get heavy.
They say “trust the process,” I trust what I see,
Past due stamped red like a warrant for me.
If the money ain’t talking but the bills keep yelling,
That’s the universe calling, truth keep telling.
Hook
If I can’t find evidence that cash still flowing,
I know where my mind going,dark corners, no hoping.
High life, champagne taste, pain still showing,
One thing don’t lie—bills keep exposing.
Yeah, receipts don’t lie, nah, receipts don’t lie,
Dreams talk big but the numbers testify.
Verse 2
I wanted silk sheets, ended up with cold feet,
Big plans scribbled on eviction sheets.
Friends disappear when the funding get low,
Funny how love need Wi-Fi and dough.
I ain’t greedy, I’m tired of surviving,
Every prayer feels like endlessly driving. 
Talk about loyalty, prove it with action,
Not with excuses wrapped up in fashion.
Highlife dreams got a blue-collar heartbeat,
Counting every step just to stay on my feet.
If success is a lie told by desperate men,
Then I’ll tell the truth and start over again.
Bridge
Mind racing faster than a late fee clock,
Pressure make diamonds—or it making that rock. 
I don’t chase money, I chase stability,
Peace cost more than fame in this economy.
Verse 3
I seen hustlers lose souls for a weekend high,
Seen honest men starve with a clean alibi.
If wealth was real, it’d come with relief,
Not insomnia nights and a gun under sheets.
I want freedom money, not funeral funds,
Not “rest in peace” hashtags when it’s said and done.
So I move with patience, strategy tight,
Build slow foundations, sleep good at night.
If the cash ain’t real, I don’t fake the motion,
Truth over clout, I’d rather stay broken—

Hook / Outro
If I can’t find evidence that cash still flowing,
I know where my mind going, yeah, I know it.
High life, champagne taste, truth still showing,
One thing don’t lie—bills keep exposing.
Receipts don’t lie…
Nah, receipts don’t lie.

West Coast soul with gritty piano, minor-key strings, deep bass, slow head-nod tempo, raw confessional rap, driven hooks