Won't Sell My Soul

[Hook] See I’m the type to grind hard, cause I’m tryna see a mill This label’s 100, you want the 100’s, I did it with no major deal QC bitch, you pussys get fingerfucked, you [?] like nip tuck You know Flippa keep mac’d up, hollows like mack truck I won’t sell my soul, I won’t sell my soul I won’t sell my soul, I won’t sell my soul Just listen up close, to what the OG told These niggas will sell their soul for jewelry and clothes The world is so cold [Verse 1] See I can see clearly, in these thousand dollar specs I came from the trenches, but I know business, mama CG want the best So father, your highness, would you guide me with guidance No weapons, [?] or prosper, I pull out that MAC and I aim at my finest I pray for forgiveness, I know there’s no witness You niggas keep signing these fucked up deals, small fry and the mixed chicken I won’t sell my soul, I won’t sell my soul Hit the pot with the pick and roll, get the big bankroll Now a nigga Quality Control [Hook] [Verse 2] So that’s your new car? You think you up to par? You rapping bout my life, you better think twice nigga, be who you are You can’t keep it 100, but you want some new hundreds Million dollar boss conversation with the CEO bean, I cherish the moment I came from eating out lunchables, to a house like the Huxtables You better grind hard young nigga, go get it young nigga Don’t you ever get to comfortable Sold your soul for some denim, but you can’t provide dinner Blew your back end on some Robin jeans But you can’t do shit cause there ain’t shit in em [Hook]