Not For Sale (Feat.M.C.NiqqaBoppa)
Beat: Dr. Math Producer:Tune Seeker Lyrics: Ayoo ?Que pasaĀæ What the mother fuck is up? Is you where you wanna be in life? You got a plan, or what? Cause I been on the grind, Chasing nothing but a fifth a rum, Nd Mister Fist to cuffs for anyone who thinks Iām just a bluff, (Not) Got no one to prove myself to, But myself, Iām one Who wonāt shy from a fight, But I donāt go looking for a scuffle Got my bubble, introvert for life, Yet still revert to mics, when I feel like Iām bout to lift the nine and take my fucking life. (Stop) Whoa! That took a turn, but āIām back at itā Nd those some words you shouldnāt hear coming from an ex-addict, Thatās an inside joke, Nd I can hear my demons laughing, Begging for a slope, i slip in to so I can get to grabbing, This Nd that Iād slit my wrists before I use again no cap, been hitting bumpy roads tho so easy to fall off a wagon, when I find easier to cope wit traveling chasing a dragon then Iām not as conflicted with conscious actions. But Iāll bite the bullet, like Cobain Nd flip the bird to fame, A burden self inflicted, god forbid I get some pocket change, Iād give myself a week, snort my signing bonus then OD, My will is strong, but it donāt take much to break. So. (Take the limelight, Stick it where it donāt shine, No I do not make a killing, but a livingās just fine, I donāt want it, Iām never gunna flaunt the cash, Iām haunted by the ghost of emceeās past, Their saying it aināt worth it, The glitz and the glam, You nothing but some product once you get ya first fan, Nd That aināt dissin the greats, cause so many got they souls intact, Itās just a shame what some are ready to do for a contract) All rap, Nd no fame makes a fake a dull boy, All stats Nd no shame, Rap needs a Altoid Breathe of fresh air, not a batch of Air Heads, who perfect a mean stare, but leave rapping on āReadā Cup half empty and full, Optimistic pessimist, Watch them mutha fuckas tripping over every little drip, That runneth over, You may as well have been up in coma, Cause everyone you paid no mind, pays no mind when ya run is over. This shit is closure, for me, homie not no disrespect, Kudos to ya hustle, Iām just saying I got self respect, But Humbly I ask, did the label use some lubricant? Or did they fuck ya raw, like they do every other contact? Contracts, Nd endorsements, gold plaques, and a Rolex, All at the low low rate of ya fucking soul to forfeit, Donāt quote this! Cause all it takeās a suit and a tie, Bout 50 bands on the desk, and Iāll delete this fucking rhyme. (Nahh) (Hook) (M.C.NiqqaBoppa Outro Skit) šØ #SYLA #N0tF0rSal3 #FeatureDissDick #Soul4ASalary @moderator_en @rapfamebest #2k21 #FeaturedFecalMaterial #FuckRapFame #SYLMFA šØ #UFMIO
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