Why don′t you sell your soul?

Now now now, they be tellin' me to sell my soul and

Shit I′m down where hell is frozen

'Til then imma freak the booth and leak

The truth and proof like I'm Edward Snowden

We ain′t takin′ no Melatonin

Night crawlin' up in this bitch

I love to get rich

But if you think that I′d sell my soul to get that

Then suck on this dick, imma real one with an old soul, yeah

So smart with a cold heart

I, been killin' shit YOLO

′Til I'm countin′ money like Ozark

On my Jason Bateman, Walter White from Breaking Bad

Secure the bag to make a statement

Hulk smash 'til I break the pavement

From the underground up like I raise the basement

See I'm in a game full of corporate greed

Everybody in it for their wants and needs

They lettin′ go of integrity just to be a celebrity

And that′s not what I was born to be

I'm the people′s champ, I took my chance and now I'm on

See my, numbers up, my crowd is strong

In a game full of hot today,

Gone tomorrow rappers who will not be around for long

I, outlast

I′ve seen the dark days, but now the clouds passing

Still independent, still I found passion

In smashin' these motherfuckers down to fragments

Metaphorically speaking ′cause I'm not a thug

But my words will turn into a sword when I'm preaching

And slaughter these heathens and then go to war with my demons

That tell me to

Sell your soul

Why don′t you sell your soul?

Now now I, gonna make it more simplified

My soul ain′t for sale to the business ties

And I, run a small time enterprise

A Mom and Pop shop to these bigger guys

But I, get the whole crowd hypnotized

('cause a not a soul could ever touch the flow)

Lookin′ like my fan base triplified

(From the, believers to the juggalos)

The EDM kids to the fans of rap

And all in between that'll span the map

Now I got the wheel, never hand it back

And imma drive like a maniac

And imma never give a fuck about what y′all say

Listen imma do me 'til my dying day

When it all seem lost, I will find a way

And my head up on my pillow but I′m wide awake

All night and day, with a little bit of elbow grease

For the words and the melodies

I'm stackin' chips so ... up like M.O.P

Better bet on me (you better bet)

Yeah seen the top and I want that

Hell yeah I wanna drop, where the top at?

So I keep on settin′ goals ′til I got that

But I'll never sell my soul to a contract

Listen imma go in

′Til the day that I win

No I won't say it again (I′m a killer, you know)

No one playin' with him

With all of these punches you′ll take on the chin

Got 'em wobbly lookin' like you ′bout to fall back

And catch a fatality like Mortal Kombat

I′m keepin' my soul even though they all want that

I never call back when they tell me

They be tellin′ me to sell my soul, I hear those voices all around

Devil on my shoulder but I'll never let him try to pull me down

They be tellin′ me to sell my soul, I hear those voices all around

Devil on my shoulder but I'll never let him try to pull me down

Why don′t you sell your soul?

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