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Correct Everything's For Sale Lyrics
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(Godfather Of Harlem Soundtrack) [Intro: Belly] This what my momma told my sister Ain't no changin' him He's probably somewhere with a pistol Ain't no savin' him [Chorus: Belly] Everything's for sale, everything's for sale But not my life, but not my life Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale But not my life, but not my life [Verse 1: G Herbo] Everything's for sale but my life Still payin' for ya, somebody got swiped Know a young boy got his college degree twice Lil' young niggas same age got life Only difference is, one mother workin' two shifts And the other mom outside workin' the pipe Everybody on the sidewalk and standin' all night Like neighborhood goin' on strike He don't hang with my homies, I was outside having' fist fights with (Yeah) Now we boardin' flights I come from poverty, I ain't hit the lottery What love you got for me? Why would you lie to me? If you not guilty, then why would you cry to me? I don't even want you to say you gon' ride for me (Uh) Say you gon' die for me (Uh-uh), I'm tryna live 'Cause my son's attached to me (Uh-huh), you niggas rats to me (Uh-huh) Leeches be latched to me, THC the only thing relaxin' me Strugglin' to live, and like kings, imagine me Pray for these things, watch 'em bring them magically Diamonds and rings on me, bling, like majesty I'm doin' my thing, now they mad at me I wasn't doin' anything, they was happy And I could've gave up on my passion, they almost had me [Chorus: Belly] Everything's for sale, everything's for sale But not my life, but not my life Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale But not my life, but not my life [Verse 2: Wale] Yo I ain't sellin' my soul, the glitter and gold Niggas is hot and these bitches is cold The Rollie was froze, but time ain't agree My nigga went vegan, still died from a beef With his ice on his sleeve and his mind on the street And his baby momma know how shot him, but she won't be talkin' 'Cause she said they tellin', "Be safe" Plus that's our funeral day Plot twist, trust nothing Treat everything you hear like a stock tip See, America feeds off black gossip Bleed out in public, we'd rather watch you die then try and help ya, uh Nine out of ten of us need counseling But, fuck health doe 'Cause ten out of ten of us keep ounces Ten out of ten don't stress twelve 'Cause too many of those ones birthdays stopped countin' Mike Brown and, Trayvon and By the time I stop there'll be another one On God [Chorus: Belly] Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale But not my life, but not my life Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale But not my life, but not my life [Outro: Belly] You could have anything in this world that you want But not my life, but not my life Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale But not my life
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