“Name’s Double A… but you can call me what you want.
I been saint, I been sinner, I been both before dawn.
The only thing holy ’bout me—
is I keep comin’ back.”

Gold chain swingin’, chipped faith gleamin’,
Heart still loud, but the pain still schemin’.
World want clean, I bring the grit,
They quote my flaws like they co-wrote it.
Still I rise — call it bad behavior,
Still bless my name like I’m my own savior.
Ain’t lookin’ for crowns, I got calluses,
Built this peace with malice and balances.

Anonymous — but I move loud,
No name tag needed, I’m the vow and the sound.
Anonymous — no saints, no crown,
Just truth with a chain and my feet on the ground.

Anonymous — but I move loud,
No name tag needed, I’m the vow and the sound.
Anonymous — no saints, no crown,
Just truth with a chain and my feet on the ground.

Yeah, I’m proof you can sin with style,
Pray in rhythm, and still reconcile.
Every scar a lyric, every loss a beat,
Turn pain to gospel on these streets.
They want halos? I want headphones,
Miracles made from my own tone.
Can’t cancel a soul that confess on wax,
I’m the sermon that never looks back.

Uh, they say pride the devil’s grin —
Cool, then call me him.
I made grace outta smoke and gin,
And I still show love through thick and sin.
Ain’t hidin’ — I’m highlight reelin’,
Every flaw I got worth feelin’.
Saints in suits, I’m in denim dreams,
But I shine through dirt like gasoline.

Anonymous — but I move loud,
No name tag needed, I’m the vow and the sound.
Anonymous — no saints, no crown,
Just truth with a chain and my feet on the ground.

Anonymous — but I move loud,
No name tag needed, I’m the vow and the sound.
Anonymous — no saints, no crown,
Just truth with a chain and my feet on the ground.

“No halos, no horns — just heartbeat and hustle.
If sin had a soundtrack…
you just heard mine.”