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Everything's For Sale
Godfather of Harlem, Belly, G Herbo, Wale
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I was lost and I was blind
Now I know who's on my side
The angels, they are waiting for you
That's why my mama told my sister, "Ain't no changing him
He's probably somewhere with a pistol, ain't no saving him"
Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale
But not my life, not my life
Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale
But not my life, not my life
Everything's for sale but my life
Still payin' fair, get somebody swiped
Know a young boy got his college degree twice
'Nother young nigga, same age, got life
Only difference, one mother workin' two shifts
And the other mom outside workin' the pipe
Everybody on the sidewalk, we standin' all night
Like the neighborhood goin' on strike
Still hang with my homies I was outside havin' fist fights with
Now we boardin' flights
I come from poverty, I ain't hit the lottery
What love you got for me? Why would you lie to me?
If you not guilty, then why would you cry to me?
I don't even want you to say you gon' ride for me
Say you gon' die for me
I'm tryna live 'cause my son attached to me
You niggas rats to me, leeches be lastin' me
THC the only thing relaxin' me
Strugglin' and livin' like kings, imagine me
Pray for these things, watch 'em bring 'em magically
Diamonds and rings on me, bling like majesty
I'm doin' my thing, now they mad at me
I wasn't doin' anything, they was happy
And I could've gave up on my passion, they almost had me
Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale
But not my life, not my life
Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale
But not my life, not my life
Look, I ain't sellin' my soul, the glitter ain't gold
Niggas is hot and these bitches is cold
The Rollie was froze, but time ain't agree
My nigga went vegan, still died from a beef
With his ice on his sleeve and his mind on the street
And his baby mama know who shot him, but she won't be talkin'
'Cause she said that tellin' ain't safe, plus that's her funeral date
Plot twist, trust nothing, treat everything you hear like a stock tip
See, America feeds off Black gossip, bleed out in public
We'd rather watch you die than try and help you
Yeah, nine out of ten of us need counselin'
But fuck help though, 'cause ten out of ten of us keep ounces
Ten out of ten don't trust twelve
'Cause too many them ones' birthdays we stopped countin'
Mike Brown and Trayvon and
By the time this out, there'll be another one
On God
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Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale
But not my life, not my life
Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale
But not my life, not my life
You could have anything in this world that you want
But not my life, not my life
Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale
But not my life
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