Sellout to Sell

I'm doing well now, too well
Trying to keep my head out of hell
I'm not gon' sellout to sell
Until I checkout, prevail
Uh!

Word
To get your brilliance endorsed
The popular sources report
You should dump your morals
And get to the riches and just ignore
What gets stored in they mental

Ahh, who cares about the normal civilian's opinions?
Even though they adore and helped you get to your position
Don't warn the children about the morgue, or
How no one's immortal
To keep 'em lost 'til they missing
And I can make my millions?

Sort of twisted
Got me going back and forth on what is this?
As I'm exploring my visions
Because of moral support from the listeners
Some of the weight on my shoulders been lifted
So, to my supporters
Do me one favor, just listen
No hooks or choruses, on this one
Just let it play
In order to get to the premise
'Cus I been tryna make it right, like a pencil
Before you lose interest
I hate to lose sight of the mission, but on my expedition
It felt like the flight was descending
Found out it was more of a delay, 'cus the distance
Due to critical conditions
Hit some weather compli-cations
So, I hope I make it

Basically shit got bumpy for a minute
Is all I'm saying
Now, I'm trying to expose these bitches like
Pictures of ladies na-ked
And no disrespect to any women
I was talking to the bitches, so I won't
Correct my state-ments

Falling out of place like I'm missing
So I cleared the haze out my vision
Gaining some wisdom

It's still fuck the system
Victims, face to face with war everyday
How much more can they take in?
Tough decisions to make

Lately realizing I been in a race
For the grave that's dug the quickest
The winner gets in it and I don't want to win it, but
Not attempting to cave in
To all the, temp-tations
Gets me a automatic disqualifi-cation
I admit, sometimes it makes me reconsider how I should play it
That'll happen when you out here paper chasin'
Had some days when,
I felt as low as a base-ment

But I don't know if I can
Live with mak-ing
The decision of sellin' my soul, sellin'my gold
A trade for big stages
Sellin' out shows, just to never say shit
Just to be everyone's favor-ite, without
Smashing the mirror
I stare myself in the face, in

Hey, but that's the situa-tion
I'm faced with
A starving artists so close he can, taste it

I find myself nowadays, just trying to get
Back to the bas-ics
The same kid
Who was raised with
Bass kicks

My talents can't be wast-ed
Just thought I should let y'all all the way in

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