Flame - Sold It All lyrics

[Intro: Omelly] I don't want hear this hustling sh** you talking mane You n***as a bunch of fraud a** n***as, know that [Hook: Kur](x8) I done sold it all, sold it all [Verse 1: Omelly] n***a I done sold it all, from the soft to the hard Phone flicker popping, sleeping in the cars Snow about that, strapped down packs My young n***a driving, I be in the back Tinted to the max, I be breaking down the crack We don't f** with rats, n***a that's a fact n***as hating on me, I hope you pussies strapped f** you and your army, I'll make your face kiss the mac I be out here posted on the block me and my n***as on the strip it ain't sh** we ain't sell Got this raw got the hard got the weed by the pound only thing you got to bring is your scale You got to watch how you move around most these n***as cause if the cops get involved they'll tell I'm on the west coast doing me up on a tour line and he said he gon' send it through the mail [Hook: Kur] [Verse 2: Kur] Where the f** would I be without the c**a Everything I got came from the c**a Before I every wrote a rap in my notebook I had stripes motherf**er like a [?] Let me start off on a better note When I turned my first eighth into a seven doe Last week a n***a called me for a pound of reggie Little did that n***a know I was rapper doe now you know Praying that this sh** get send off And we don't take a big loss My n***a Arab just came back from DC Had twenty one pints in a [?] I'm just trying to turn a Bonneville into a M-Sport Grand coupe with the tint dark My whole life I was trying to make the ends meet But how the f** the ends meet if the ends short I used to have sh** to sell but I ain't have no clientele I was sitting on the work for like a week straight I remember this time I was broke I was f**ed up n***a would have did anything for a bean plate Told my n***a I can't wait until we go on tour So I can find a connect out in each state Trying to go to the beach state Trying to get them white squares like a wheat plate n***a [Hook: Kur]