Receipts on the Record

Here’s a gospel-style song centered on **receipts, reputation, and standing on what you did**

## **Title: “Receipts on the Record”**

### Verse 1  
They was talkin’ ‘bout my name, sayin’ I ain’t who I claim,  
Countin’ follows on my page, tryna measure all my flame.  
Say I’m playin’ music from a phone, not a stage,  
Sayin’ all my motion’s just a story that I made.

But I been puttin’ in the work when the lights ain’t on,  
Spinnin’ tracks in the dark ‘til the break of dawn.  
You can question my grind, you can doubt my song,  
But the truth gon’ stand when the crowd sing along.

### Hook (Choir)  
**Show me the receipts, if you talkin’ on my name,**  
**Bring the proof to the altar, not just anger, not just shame.**  
**You can question my title, you can question my lane,**  
**But the Lord knows my labor, and He’ll vindicate my name.**

### Verse 2  
You got stories, you got claims, say you know my nine-to-five,  
Say you know my every booking, every show I’m “tellin’ lies.”  
But you never dropped the flyer, never showed the crowd I played,  
Only weapon that you swingin’ is the word you say I “said.”

I ain’t runnin’ from the past, I admit where I was wrong,  
Yeah, I trolled, yeah, I stirred, still I’m standin’ in this song.  
If you heard me out of context, let the replay roll,  
‘Cause the tape don’t bend for nobody’s soul.

### Bridge (Call & Response)  
**Leader:** Did you see it with your eyes?  
**Choir:** Or you heard it through the vine?  
**Leader:** Did you bring it to the light?  
**Choir:** Or you kept it in your mind?

**Leader:** If you got it, let it play,  
**Choir:** Let the truth be on display.  
**Leader:** If you don’t, then step aside,  
**Choir:** Let the Lord be the judge of pride.

### Verse 3  
Now I ain’t beggin’ for a seat at nobody’s little table,  
I’m a DJ, independent, God done made my spirit able.  
If you see me at the con, if you see me at the show,  
Just know grace paid the price, not the name you think you know.

I got flaws, I got scars, I got nights I did too much,  
But my calling ain’t on trial when you put me in that clutch.  
If my name in your mouth, let it push you into prayer,  
‘Cause the only Judge I answer to ain’t on Clubhouse in a chair.

### Final Hook (Choir, big)  
**Show me the receipts, if you talkin’ on my name,**  
**Lay your proof on the altar, let the gossip die in flame.**  
**You can drag my rep in public, you can try to bring me shame,**  
**But the Lord knows my labor, and He still calls my name.**

**Show me the receipts, or release it to the sky,**  
**If the truth is what you want, let the replays testify.**  
**I’ma stand on what I did, I’ma stand on what I said,**  
**And let God write the chorus when the smoke has all been shed.**

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## **Title: “Receipts on the Record”** ### Verse 1 They was talkin’ ‘bout my name, sayin’ I ain’t who I claim, Countin’ follows on my page, tryna measure all my flame. Say I’m playin’ music from a phone, not a stage, Sayin’ all my motion’s just a story that I made. But I been puttin’ in the work when the lights ain’t on, Spinnin’ tracks in the dark ‘til the break of dawn. You can question my grind, you can doubt my song, But the truth gon’ stand when the crowd sing along. ### Hook (Choir) **Show me the receipts, if you talkin’ on my name,** **Bring the proof to the altar, not just anger, not just shame.** **You can question my title, you can question my lane,** **But the Lord knows my labor, and He’ll vindicate my name.** ### Verse 2 You got stories, you got claims, say you know my nine-to-five, Say you know my every booking, every show I’m “tellin’ lies.” But you never dropped the flyer, never showed the crowd I played, Only weapon that you swingin’ is the word you say I “said.” I ain’t runnin’ from the past, I admit where I was wrong, Yeah, I trolled, yeah, I stirred, still I’m standin’ in this song. If you heard me out of context, let the replay roll, ‘Cause the tape don’t bend for nobody’s soul. ### Hook (Choir) **Show me the receipts, if you talkin’ on my name,** **Bring the proof to the altar, not just anger, not just shame.** **You can question my title, you can question my lane,** **But the Lord knows my labor, and He’ll vindicate my name.** ### Bridge (Call & Response) **Leader:** Did you see it with your eyes? **Choir:** Or you heard it through the vine? **Leader:** Did you bring it to the light? **Choir:** Or you kept it in your mind? **Leader:** If you got it, let it play, **Choir:** Let the truth be on display. **Leader:** If you don’t, then step aside, **Choir:** Let the Lord be the judge of pride. ### Verse 3 Now I ain’t beggin’ for a seat at nobody’s little table, I’m a DJ, independent, God done made my spirit able. If you see me at the con, if you see me at the show, Just know grace paid the price, not the name you think you know. I got flaws, I got scars, I got nights I did too much, But my calling ain’t on trial when you put me in that clutch. If my name in your mouth, let it push you into prayer, ‘Cause the only Judge I answer to ain’t on Clubhouse in a chair. ### Final Hook (Choir, big) **Show me the receipts, if you talkin’ on my name,** **Lay your proof on the altar, let the gossip die in flame.** **You can drag my rep in public, you can try to bring me shame,** **But the Lord knows my labor, and He still calls my name.** **Show me the receipts, or release it to the sky,** **If the truth is what you want, let the replays testify.** **I’ma stand on what I did, I’ma stand on what I said,** **And let God write the chorus when the smoke has all been shed.**

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