Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sell Out , by - Lecrae. Song from the album Church Clothes 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 07.11.2013
Record label: Reach
Song language: English
Sell Out |
| Alright, alright, welcome to the label, man |
| Now check this out, man, listen. |
| I know you’re known for just being honest and transparent and all that good |
| stuff |
| But listen, we ain’t got no time for all that, man |
| That don’t make no money |
| We need you to tell lies, lies, and more lies, man |
| It’s all about selling out |
| Don’t give the people what they need, give 'em what they want, baby |
| Lie to these folks, man! |
| I’m on now, I can’t even stand me |
| Look at me, Mama, I’m known now, I got me a Grammy |
| Call Kami, Khiana, and Tammy, and tell 'em that I made it |
| Broke my heart in the seventh grade, so this is how I repay 'em |
| They say that money can’t make you, they probably ain’t making money |
| It made me richer than you, and it made me look at you funny |
| You don’t really want it, you don’t want no problems, problems |
| Goons be like, «Whatever you need, dawg, call me.» |
| So I be like doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, solve it |
| Money on his head, I put that boy under the wallet |
| I can’t even rap like that, but insecurity would have me sounding whack like |
| that |
| I already made it when I graduated from high school |
| Ain’t validated 'cause I’m at the top of the iTunes |
| But I too was once a fool for nice shoes |
| Spiteful of dudes who do what I like to |
| But if I’m honest on the other side of fame, it’s the same stains in the latrine |
| You still can’t buy love, and ain’t no way to buy off pain |
| That’s why these rich folks blow out their brains |
| More insecure they are the more they brag, advertising their pain |
| I don’t want no parts of learning that thing |
| Oh wait, hold up, this where I’m supposed to do something |
| Lyrical miracle metaphor simile onomatopoeia on a period |
| You’s a peon, period, I dominate rap |
| I failed algebra, and I ain’t paid my property tax |
| Oh well, I got bars, family behind bars |
| Throw money at insecure women and fine cars |
| People stealing right under my nose and my taxes whack |
| But no need to worry, my accountant handles that, right |
| I mean what you expect? |
| I do anything to gain your respect, sell out |
| What you doing, man? |
| You know you started off good then you started telling the truth |
| We ain’t got no time for that |
| This is Lie-A-Lot records |
| We need you to tell more lies |
| Hello? |
| Hello? |
| Hey where you going, man? |
| Come back here, man |
| Church Clothes 2! |
| I ain’t got to hear that you love it, cause I know that you love it! |