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Why don't you sell your soul? Why don't you sell your soul? Why don't you sell your soul? 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 'Til then imma 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, imma real one with an old soul, yeah So smart with a cold heart I, been killin' shit dolo 'Til I'm 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 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 Letras de cancionesSee 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 I've seen the dark days, but now the clouds passing Still independent, still I found passion In 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? Why don't you sell your soul? (Why don't you sell your soul?) Now now I, 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 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 that'll span the map Now I got the wheel, never hand it back And imma drive like a maniac And imma never give a fuck about what y'all 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 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 'til I got that But I'll never sell my soul to a contract Listen imma go in 'Til the day that I win No I won't say it again (I'm a killer, you know) No one playin' with him 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? Why don't you sell your soul? Na na na na, na na na na, na na na na Na na na na, na na na na, na na na na Na na na na, na na na na, na na na na Na na na na, na na na na, na na na na Na na na na, na na na na, na na na na From Letras Mania