Gregory Nichols - Sellout. lyrics

[Verse 1: Gregory Nichols] Now I must have been blinded, Cause I Think I put you on Fall a victim to running game But never them swan songs Walking down the strip While it's blazing hot And I still got my ice on Now I feel that same question coming "Greg is this wrong?" Maybe it is Or, Maybe it's not A Wise man can't complain While I'm at the beach, shaking hands and Soaking up everything (and) All the while, I left the hood Disappear Like David Blane So, I get mail A lot of mail, Saying how I done changed Now Honestly, It's Astonishing How quick y'all try to blame And Please Remember Do Remember!, the number ain't even changed, (So) The Game's the same The fame didn't change As friends y'all went in chains And started placing blame On all my fame Now who's the slave in chains? When y'all preaching shame On all my things, That I've managed to obtain And freeze me out And leave me out Just standing in the rain, (Well) Call it pain, or Collard greens Just Don't call me again And Dre' I got the message, that you left on my machine (bruh) [Hook:] Sitting up, cross the mirror I Be it Easing off in your brain I see it Flipping up out your spine when you're blowing You know that I'm scolding Looking Like a Sellout Moving Like a Sellout Breathing Like a Sellout We calling it all out (repeat Once) [Verse 2: Gregory Nichols] Now Geezy, You Done Messed up Thrown salt all in the game Now you see me?, I'm still here In the Hood where I remain Take a quick look, to your left and right Can't tell me a thing No where was you, On May 12th When them bullets just start to rain Realistically, and physically I don't think you're the same See you got weak, And I got Gangsta Flowing through my veins And that's the truth And I don't see you being able to say the same You do your do's, While I rep Squad You're treating us like a Gang Hang in there?, That's the best you got? You think this life's a game? Now where was you when D'Lo Got gunned down for a chain? Now hold up, Just bring it back I'mma show you loss and gain Hood Eco-Nomics I'mma treat it all the same Two Dudes, From Two Crews Dying by the flame Once cool, in grade school Just trying to do they thing So sad, No Dad Just hearing them church bells rang By the time I go home, wake up from my nap The same thing happens again (brethem) (Hook)