Lecrae - Sell Out lyrics

[Intro:] Alright, alright, welcome to the label, man Now check this out, man, listen. I know you're known for just being honest and transparent and all that good stuff But listen, we ain't got no time for all that, man That don't make no money We need you to tell lies, lies, and more lies, man It's all about selling out Don't give the people what they need, give 'em what they want, baby Lie to these folks, man! [Verse: Lecrae] I'm on now, I can't even stand me Look at me, Mama, I'm known now, I got me a Grammy Call Kami, Khiana, and Tammy, and tell 'em that I made it Broke my heart in the seventh grade, so this is how I repay 'em They say that money can't make you, they probably ain't making money sponsored links It made me richer than you, and it made me look at you funny You don't really want it, you don't want no problems, problems Goons be like, "Whatever you need, dawg, call me." So I be like doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, solve it Money on his head, I put that boy under the wallet I can't even rap like that, but insecurity would have me sounding whack like that I already made it when I graduated from high school Ain't validated 'cause I'm at the top of the iTunes But I too was once a fool for nice shoes Spiteful of dudes who do what I like to But if I'm honest on the other side of fame, it's the same stains in the latrine You still can't buy love, and ain't no way to buy off pain That's why these rich folks blow out their brains More insecure they are the more they brag, advertising their pain I don't want no parts of learning that thing Oh wait, hold up, this where I'm supposed to do something Lyrical miracle metaphor simile onomatopoeia on a period You's a peon, period, I dominate rap I failed algebra, and I ain't paid my property tax Oh well, I got bars, family behind bars Throw money at insecure women and fine cars People stealing right under my nose and my taxes whack But no need to worry, my accountant handles that, right I mean what you expect? I do anything to gain your respect, sell out [Outro:] What you doing, man? You know you started off good then you started telling the truth We ain't got no time for that This is Lie-A-Lot records We need you to tell more lies Hello? Hello? Hey where you going, man? Come back here, man Church Clothes 2! I ain't got to hear that you love it, cause I know that you love it!