Lyrics:
is all of us, soul of us, the fall of us
to surely come when we deny it
loudest nigga gets quiet
prison of pieces of riot
sell your soul if you want
that I got soaked by
Now you can come closer, you can get warm but you get no pie
But you can sell it for 'em so here's you bow tie
Now get ready
shot, it's a video
A different kind of chatter, what the fuck you think I'm after
I don't sell dope, no
But they hit my cellphone
This grease on my elbows
Heart of gold that's made of steel
I'm not a bite, I'm a five course meal
You want the rest, better sell your soul
Nobody has to know
I don't wanna
your body bae
Master P i'm bout it bae
I don't need nobody baaaaaaaaaaeeeeeaaaaeeeeeh
I don't need no trust for real
I don't need no hug for real
I just
never see your worth until it's way too fucking late
I ain't get no PPP, but I got three P's for sale
If you don't like my price I know somebody else that
heard that shit 2pac wannabe ass nigga (mocking P) "I ain't no rapper
I write short films"
o.k. grab your popcorn ain't no more sunshine.
Come on, O.K.,
watching me
Plenty case for my head top
Why you stressing me
Be like am home alone,all by myself
On my own tryna peace for my soul
K3 ingbee shi I'll beback
Nice Nice Nice
Kick 'em in the grill Pete!
Verse One: Pete Nice
Gas, past tense, made facially
3rd Bass'll express, KMD
Three blind mice
flows
And I keep like 3-4 wives ′cause I ain't got time
We don′t chase these ____
I just wan' pray and make P′s
P's to the ride for my babies
I don't need
bring the heat out
I'm givin' you somin' new
Somin' to tweet about
Don't be upset when B-E-P out
Ain't no quartet, they just three out
There's the trio,
Give me 50p I'll make that flip into a pound
Then turn it around
Make it into 2 to 3 to 4 to 5 to ten
Give me five minutes I'll make that ten again
an assassin I got dreams the average human Being couldn't imagine hoes will sell their soul for the perfect picture and caption
Niggas getting trigger happy out
like pac man jones
How u broke and got on drip
Nigga sell them clothes
Lil bro been thinking with his dick
Need too sell his soul
Tired of niggas talking
Never sell my soul
My neck full of gold
Im gettin the check
And I'm checking off goals
Some niggas jealous
That don't come as no surprise
Im gettin
fiascos over a loop by P.E
If it's an I instead of we believing TV
Spitting riches, bitches, and this new thing about snitches
Watch them asses move
we go yo, here we go yo)
Have you ever played Jeopardy
Not me, it could never happen to me
Professor says what you wanna do? Sell drugs or get
Knows that I can giddy go
When it's time to get on the M-I-C-R-O-P-H-O-N-E
It's me the hustler 40
With them raggedy seperaters as if it was funky
some of his sweet relief
To those of whom have no belief
Whose hearts are willing but flesh is weak
Did we sell our souls?
Just to miss the goals
And I'm
my lung on the table I just coughed up
Fuck
Haha God damn it boy
Tryna sell your soul for this rap game
Haha God damn it boy
Now you got demons,
killers, boy, you soft as Barbie Niggas keep that trash and they mop
Let them eat the garbage, down by the block I got brains, I was smart as Harvard
Rollin'
envy me I know you envy me
This how I sleep while you envy me I know you envy me
R.I.P to the old me survived this long by the skin of my teeth
You
gotta pop
I made a promise to the Lord
That I'ma keep it funky
Never switched, never sell my soul for money
I always been for right
Maybe that's what's
on probation
I'ma give her two scratches
She's a fuckin' good woman, I'ma give her a life
I'ma walk by shinin' with a bitch
Aye, say I had enough in my life
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