Everything’s For Sale (from “Godfather Of Harlem” soundtrack) – Belly, G Herbo & Wale
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That’s when my mama told my sister, “Ain’t no changin’ him” “He’s probably somewhere with a pistol” “Ain’t no saving him”
Everything’s for sale Everything’s for sale But not my life, not my life Everything’s for sale, yeah Everything’s for sale But not my life, not my life
Everything’s for sale but my life Still pay a fee and get somebody swiped Know a young boy got his college degree twice Another young nigga, same age got life Only difference, one mother working two shifts And the other mom outside, working the pipe Everybody on the sidewalk and standing all night like neighborhood going on strike Still hang with my homies I was outside having fist fights with, now we boarding flights I come from poverty, I didn’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 Say you gon’ die for me, I’m tryna live ’cause my son’s attached to me You niggas rats to me Leeches be latched to me, THC the only thing relaxing me Struggling and living like kings, imagine me Pray for these things and watch ’em bring ’em magically Diamonds and rings on me bling like majesty I’m doing my thing, now they mad at me I wasn’t doin’ anything, they was happy And I coulda gave up on my passion, they almost had me
Everything’s for sale Everything’s for sale But not my life, not my life Everything’s for sale, yeah Everything’s for sale But not my life, not my life
I ain’t sellin’ my soul, the glitter ain’t 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 mama know who shot ’em But she won’t be talkin’ ’cause she said they tellin’ they safe Plus that’s her funeral date 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 than try to help ya 9 outta 10 of us need counseling But fuck health tho ‘Cause 10 outta 10 of us keep ounces 10 outta 10 don’t trust 12 ‘Cause too many them ones birthdays we stopped countin’ Mike Brown & them, Trayvon & them By the time this out there’ll be another one, on God
Everything’s for sale Everything’s for sale But not my life, not my life Everything’s for sale, yeah Everything’s for sale But not my life, not my life
You could have anything in this world that you want But not my life, not my life Everything’s for sale, yeah Everything’s for sale But not my life