- Chris Webby Sell Your Soul 歌詞
- Chris Webby
- Why dont you sell your soul?
Why dont you sell your soul?
Why dont you sell your soul?
Why dont you sell your soul?
Why dont you sell your soul?
Now now now, they be tellin me to sell my soul and
Shit Im down where hell is frozen
Til then imma freak the booth and leak the truth and proof like Im Edward Snowden
We aint takin no Melatonin
Night crawlin up in this *****
I love to get rich
But if you think that Id sell my soul to get that
Then suck on this ****, imma real one with an old soul, yeah
So smart with a cold heart
I, been killin shit dolo
Til Im 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 Im 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 thats not what I was born to be
Im the peoples champ, I took my chance and now Im 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 em, that, and out-rap em
Ive seen the dark days , but now the clouds passing
Still independent, still I found passion
In smashin these mother****ers down to fragments
Metaphorically speaking cause Im not a thug
But my words will turn into a sword when Im preaching
And slaughter these heathens and then go to war with my demons
That tell me to
Sell your soul
Why dont you sell your soul?
Why dont you sell your soul?
Why dont you sell your soul?
Why dont you sell your soul?
Now now I, gonna make it more simplified
My soul aint 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 thatll span the map
Now I got the wheel, never hand it back
And imma drive like a maniac
And imma never give a **** about what yall 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 Im wide awake
All night and day, with a little bit of elbow grease
For the words and the melodies
Im 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 til I got that
But Ill never sell my soul to a contract
Listen imma go in
Til the day that I win
No I wont say it again (Im a killer, you know)
No one playin with him
With all of these punches youll take on the chin
Got em wobbly lookin like you bout to fall back
And catch a fatality like Mortal Kombat
Im 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 Ill 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 Ill never let him try to pull me down
Why dont you sell your soul?
Why dont you sell your soul?
Why dont you sell your soul?
Why dont you sell your soul?
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