Real Prophecy - Never Sold lyrics

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Real Prophecy - Never Sold lyrics

Yeah you ain't sold sh** So stop lying! [Verse 1: Real Prophecy] These rappers selling they souls, you practically buy your wealth You're life as well, you might be shelved Designed to sell since I was 12 You wanna be sk**ed apply yourself You're mic should self-destruct while spitting YSL lets see how much you like YSL When I hang you by your belt you cried for help You tried but failed, you might as well stop b**hing High as hell, then your entire empire fell now you're by yourself Your whole attire melt when the fires felt, you fry in hell Now you expired from life itself Ugh I'll make you feel the way the Mayans felt Do not try; Illuminati can't stop I And there's a emphasis on how the "I" is spelt Yeah... n***a try me you done tried yourself I can tell rappers lie and tell about their clientele (clientele) Wishing I will fall but I excel ugh [Hook 1: Real Prophecy] These n***as be acting like they sold sh** (You ain't sold sh**, you ain't sold sh** You ain't, you ain't sold sh**) These n***as be acting like they sold sh** (You ain't sold sh**) So stop lying with yo' biased self That's why you're by yourself (Repeat) [Verse 2: Real Prophecy] I know my name you never heard about Spread my name through word of mouth Name a person out who could verse the child Murk him and Imma blow when the word is out Now I Gotchu like oooo that n***a versatile Prophecy you got a perfect style, word no doubt No I ain't from New York I was born in the dirty south 'cause muthaf**a i'm a king, you better treat a n***a like royalty When I destroy a beat I won't have to pay the lawyer fee treating rappers like a toilet seat Yo who wanna get sh** on? My music forever live on Why hate me? violate and you'll die, buried alive 8 feet under I'm South side with it (Yeah I rep Broward, I rep Broward) Even when I'm outside my city (Yeah I rep Broward I rep Broward) Ugh, mister mister don't attempt to diss the lyricist with the lyrics equipped to rip ya Quit to spit to lyrically pistol whip ya My old school hop ain't too hip for you hipsters [Hook 2: Real Prophecy] These n***as be acting like they sold sh** (You ain't sold sh**, you ain't sold sh** You ain't, you ain't sold sh**) These n***as be acting like they sold sh** (You ain't sold sh**) So stop lying wit yo' biased self That's why you're by yourself (Repeat)