Letmetellyouhowitgoes

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Let me tell you how it goes

Everybody want a piece of the pot 'til the money getting low

So they try to sell they soul

For the money, and the fame, and the bitches

Man, little do they know that the devil in control

'Bout to take over your life like puppet

It's a motherfucking show, it's a long-ass road

And it's never gon' end, grab a seat

Let me tell you how it goes

Let me tell you how it goes

Everybody want a piece of the pot 'til the money getting low

So they try to sell they soul

For the money, and the fame, and the bitches

Man, little do they know that the devil in control

'Bout to take over your life like puppet

It's a motherfucking show, it's a long-ass road

And it's never gon' end, grab a seat

Let me tell you how it goes

Let me tell you how it goes

First off, let me get it out the way

That I ain't ever gonna go and sell my soul it's Donotello

You should know, don't give a fuck about the money

Or the glory, or the bitches, or the drugs

And the golden demons ripping at my throat

I ain't with it now I'm screaming, "Hell no!"

I'd rather stay at home and stay broke

Than cross the devil in the road

Bitch, I'm winnin' all the sheep and I'm the goat

I was sleeping for a minute now I'm woke

Let me tell you how it goes

Thinking it's a game

People really crazy doin' anything for fame

Please just listen to my lyrics

Take a thought on what I say

I swear to God these rappers goofy

And they goin' against the grain

I make rays getting Ks for the killing of the game

Rappers lame, getting paid to just go put on a name

For a chain and a label, just to end up in the flames

It's a shame to see rap going up and down the drain

And I ain't about to let it

Nah, because if I don't say anything, I'll regret it

Got these lyrics in my brain

Got me thinking that their embedded

In my noggin

And I'm sick because I'm starting an epidemic

They don't get it, and the way that they spitting

It's just pathetic

Reading sentences off to a beat

That ain't poetic

So forget it, stop rapping because the bottom where you're headed

Dono tell 'em when it's greasy, so you better get a medic

See my enemy is breaking out and falling into pieces

Talking shit I'm 'bout to take 'em out, you rappers ain't competing

Know the reason get deleted

Donotello undefeated, I'm prestigous

And I'm all up in her mouth like orthopedic

Everybody wanna rap, but they ain't got what it takes

Wanna be emcees, all around this shit is fake

So they go and sell their soul for a chance to go reach some fame

But then regret it in the end because it wasn't worth the pain, uh

Lil' bitch!