Sell Your Soul

Why don't you sell your soul?

Why don't you sell your soul?

Why don't you sell your soul?

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Why don't you sell your soul?

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

Till then, I'ma 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

I'm a real one with an old soul, yeah

So smart with a cold heart

I been killin' shit dolo

Till I'm countin' money like Ozark

On my Jason Bateman, Walter White from "Breaking Bad"

Secure the bag to make a statement

Hulk smash till 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 number's up, my crowd is strong

In a game full of hot today, gone tomorrow

Rappers who will not be around for long

I outlast 'em, that and out-rap 'em

I've seen the dark days, but now the clouds passin'

Still independent, still I found passion

I'm 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?

Why don't you sell your soul?

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Why don't you sell your soul?

Why don't you sell your soul?

Now, now, I'm 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 not a soul could ever touch the flow)

Lookin' like my fanbase 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 I'ma drive like a maniac

And I'ma never give a fuck about what y'all say

Listen, I'ma do me till my dyin' 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 ante 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 till I got that

But I'll never sell my soul to a contract

Listen, I'ma go in

Till the day that I win

No, I won't say it again

(I'm a killer, you know)

No one playin' again

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 to

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?

Why don't you sell your soul?

Why don't you sell your soul?

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Why don't you sell your soul?