CANCELED
I know they'll dig some shit up on me eventually
But you know what they say
Ain't no such thing as bad publicity
Let's go!
People throwin' shade right now few years it be a tantrum
Cause I'll have played around in all the questions they can't answer
They say money make you sick I betta brake 'fore I get cancer (Sick!)
Sell my soul for fame man I can't wait till I get canceled
Sell my soul for fame man I can't wait till I get canceled
Sell my soul for fame man I can't wait till I get canceled
Sell my soul for fame man I can't wait till I get canceled
Paint me as a villain
Picture perfect I'm just chillin'
Lookin' good in my white-t
I ain't got no wifey
Play a chick just like a motherfucking Fisher-Price see (Bitch!)
Villain how I'm living' give a fuck about no sinnin'
Out in Brooklyn I be trillin' line the hits up just like Jeter
I just met her I won't eat her
Gotta stay too squeaky cleaner
I ain't stalling cause the liquor got me calling
I be nuttin' way too quick once we be startin'
Treat em like a conquest, then it's on to next (Shit!)
I ain't pissed going mad like comics
If you need bars give you words like phonics
She ain't gimme kiss but my pants I drop it
Lil' man now once I die iconic bitch
People throwin' shade right now few years it be a tantrum
Cause I'll have played around in all the questions they can't answer
They say money make you sick I betta brake 'fore I get cancer (Sick!)
Sell my soul for fame man I can't wait till I get canceled
Sell my soul for fame man I can't wait till I get canceled
Sell my soul for fame man I can't wait till I get canceled
Sell my soul for fame man I can't wait till I get canceled
Keeping the mic within reach
Just in case I ever feel the need to go speak
All these lyrical rhythms turn into a speech
And then before you know it I'm out in the lead
Rolling with capital money blue green
Rolling with Kappas my brothers is Greek
Kneeling with Kap, see the scuff on my knee
And I wanted to rap, but I need that money
Yuh, ooh
They don't want none of that
They trolling, they lurk on the internet
And they stealing our the swag and won't give it back
And she's throwing it down had to break her back
It was Heartless Stone cold
Froze like a winter in Oslo
I'm Privy to stuff that you don't know
And they do what I want when i say so
Send out a hit from a pay phone
Sike, I'm Just playing
Yo don't even say it
Yo don't even be like these rappers who sell out their team
When they not even paying
Them contracts in crayon
My Style was dipped in the 80's we dripping in Rayon
She aint even black all that pigment is spray on
It gotta be hit then I'll send my boy Jun or I'll send my boy Zay on it
Cooped up now I'm coup'd up
Drop a few bucks
Buy a new truck
Daddy made Ms
Lifting droop butts
Nip/tucking boobs up
Small cut, sew it
Now the Wallet blowing up
Running through the forest like a 10 point buck
10 seconds on the clock, 10 points up
Invested in the effort I don't need no luck
In Oz I trust I don't give no fucks
And I don't give no damns
And I don't give no hell's
And OzWald don't take no L's
Yuh
T-Joya
Sell my soul for fame man I can't wait till I get canceled
Sell my soul for fame man I can't wait till I get canceled
Sell my soul for fame man I can't wait till I get canceled
Sell my soul for fame man I can't wait till I get canceled
But you know what they say
Ain't no such thing as bad publicity
Let's go!
People throwin' shade right now few years it be a tantrum
Cause I'll have played around in all the questions they can't answer
They say money make you sick I betta brake 'fore I get cancer (Sick!)
Sell my soul for fame man I can't wait till I get canceled
Sell my soul for fame man I can't wait till I get canceled
Sell my soul for fame man I can't wait till I get canceled
Sell my soul for fame man I can't wait till I get canceled
Paint me as a villain
Picture perfect I'm just chillin'
Lookin' good in my white-t
I ain't got no wifey
Play a chick just like a motherfucking Fisher-Price see (Bitch!)
Villain how I'm living' give a fuck about no sinnin'
Out in Brooklyn I be trillin' line the hits up just like Jeter
I just met her I won't eat her
Gotta stay too squeaky cleaner
I ain't stalling cause the liquor got me calling
I be nuttin' way too quick once we be startin'
Treat em like a conquest, then it's on to next (Shit!)
I ain't pissed going mad like comics
If you need bars give you words like phonics
She ain't gimme kiss but my pants I drop it
Lil' man now once I die iconic bitch
People throwin' shade right now few years it be a tantrum
Cause I'll have played around in all the questions they can't answer
They say money make you sick I betta brake 'fore I get cancer (Sick!)
Sell my soul for fame man I can't wait till I get canceled
Sell my soul for fame man I can't wait till I get canceled
Sell my soul for fame man I can't wait till I get canceled
Sell my soul for fame man I can't wait till I get canceled
Keeping the mic within reach
Just in case I ever feel the need to go speak
All these lyrical rhythms turn into a speech
And then before you know it I'm out in the lead
Rolling with capital money blue green
Rolling with Kappas my brothers is Greek
Kneeling with Kap, see the scuff on my knee
And I wanted to rap, but I need that money
Yuh, ooh
They don't want none of that
They trolling, they lurk on the internet
And they stealing our the swag and won't give it back
And she's throwing it down had to break her back
It was Heartless Stone cold
Froze like a winter in Oslo
I'm Privy to stuff that you don't know
And they do what I want when i say so
Send out a hit from a pay phone
Sike, I'm Just playing
Yo don't even say it
Yo don't even be like these rappers who sell out their team
When they not even paying
Them contracts in crayon
My Style was dipped in the 80's we dripping in Rayon
She aint even black all that pigment is spray on
It gotta be hit then I'll send my boy Jun or I'll send my boy Zay on it
Cooped up now I'm coup'd up
Drop a few bucks
Buy a new truck
Daddy made Ms
Lifting droop butts
Nip/tucking boobs up
Small cut, sew it
Now the Wallet blowing up
Running through the forest like a 10 point buck
10 seconds on the clock, 10 points up
Invested in the effort I don't need no luck
In Oz I trust I don't give no fucks
And I don't give no damns
And I don't give no hell's
And OzWald don't take no L's
Yuh
T-Joya
Sell my soul for fame man I can't wait till I get canceled
Sell my soul for fame man I can't wait till I get canceled
Sell my soul for fame man I can't wait till I get canceled
Sell my soul for fame man I can't wait till I get canceled
Credits
Writer(s): Adam Watts, Tristan Joya
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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