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They say that i'm a sellout
They say i sold my soul
They say I went commercial
Now they hate me even more
(x2)
They say that i'm a sellout
I guess i'm just a sellout
(VERSE 1)
They telling me, I sold my soul
Like I'm meant to be on my own
You got a record deal, you don't know how we feel
Now you don't even sound that real any more
So I maybe should stay very poor?
Maybe I should not get paid anymore?
Sit at home full of rich hate, I could make hits
But I'll make a mix tape
Full of sh**, that don't even get played anymore
They don't like me, if I write these raps
If i'm on TV, then I might be whack
I could give a f**, if you dudes, on youtube
Dislike my track
Thats a freighting fact!
Now face it
For the fact, these fans giving me flak
For getting my a** famous
Rather see me struggle than make it
What about most of the crap
That you call rap
When you play it back, on your playlist
I don't wanna be, part of no A list
But I wanna be a part, of the list
That puts me on par with the greatest
Its like my success, got em losing their minds
They hate the mainstream
Like its a crime
But never cared
When I was on the grind
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(VERSE 2)
So tired of dealing, with these lame questions
Like 'don't you still want to make a change bredrin?'
If you knew me, which you probably dont
Then you would've known, that I came in game flexin
I did my part, n I grinded out
So I think i deserve time without
Your speculation, been counted out
But I fought my doubts
N then you talkin bout
I went commercial? man f** that!
I went in circles, coz I love rap
N I never really got no love back
So get the hell off my nut sacks
See I'm solo till the day that I die
I pray that I fly, if i don't, succeed, then at least
I can say that I tried
Say that I might
Find my feet, when i'm rolling in the deep
Like adele, but i'm real when i ride
N i k** with the style
With the will, bonafide
From day 1, I came home
To a house full of drama
Telling me that I sold out my persona
For a bank account full, of commas
Think what you wanna
(BREAK)
They say they only like that underground sh**
And this music isn't what they get down with
They don't like any of the sh** I do
And if it's playing on the radio, it ain't cool
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