Thinking Bout Sellin’ Out

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I see these cashed up rappers when I'm scrolling The get the girls and the grills and the gold bling I hate the hedonistic nature of the whole thing And yet the be in the paper that I'm folding Got me thinking 'bout switching up my style more Cause every rapper on the maps a ballin' crime lord But if I act like I'm an addict from the sideboard [?] Tatters in my eyeballs [?], I bet the kids will buy more I'm never smiling in my photos, I'm all blue steel To prove I'm too real, mooney do that new appeal [?] And if I could just get a feature that I'm new steal And drop your jaws [?] maybe I could lace me up a shoe deal And now my fans are looking at me like I'm crazy Cause for years, man, this band has been my baby But now I want's the radio to play me So I can just be like "fuck you, pay me" [Chorus] Cause I've been thinking 'bout selling out There's nowhere left to turn Been living for the underground, but There's no money here left to earn But now I see the light of a brand new day Gotta dumb down what I write Get paid when my song gets played Played, so played Played, so played So played [Verse 2] It's a long way to the top, and it's not there When everybody's always judging how you got there You wanna see heroes ballin' like "Fuck Yeah", but No one understands the money's got to come from somewhere No one's buying records to pay for their videos Recognizing independents with the cleaning folks [?] If a brand wants to give me cash or give me clothes In the past I've been opposed, now I'm like "gimme those" Lot of labels where their face is B-E-T-A [?] So I'm thinking doing that for K-F-C-I-A Tripping on my head the competition to get paid [?] To lend my face for Mickey-D's new chicken rings [?] Then I go slow and set up phone plans [?] Making up my face, going out like Lindsey Lohan [?] Let go my old jam Enthuse my old fans Go get with the program I'm sick of being broke, man [Chorus] Cause I've been thinking 'bout selling out There's nowhere left to turn Been living for the underground, but There's no money here left to earn But now I see the light of a brand new day Gotta dumb down what I write Get paid when my song gets played Played, so played Played, so played So played [Bridge: Evil Eddie and God] Am I a hypocrite? Sure, but I can live with it Still living hard up and I am sick of it [?] So lick a dick, as long as I'm paid, I don't give a shit No one else does, why should I be any different? Because you're the chosen one, Edward Dude, what? Stay on the ball What the fuck, is that you, God? I'm just telling you to follow what your passion is Cause if you don't, you'll never find true happiness Pretty sure the cash would make me happy Don't worry, I'ma get you, baby, you don't need all the answers What's the catch? No catch, this is it It's your purpose, all you gotta do is get to work, bitch [Verse 3] I've been thinking 'bout selling out Because I guess my main concern Hasn't really been about myself But instead about what I earn But now I see the light of a brand new day Giving no fucks what I write No fucks if the song gets played Played, so played Played, so played So played Played, so played Played, so played So played