Everything For Sale (feat. Ransom)

Everything for sale, everything for sale nigga, everything for sale Block was hot, felt like I had a leather on in hell They teach you never say never, I'm just never gonna tell If you solid, you survive whatever jail Thinking bout my next high, shout out to Chef Fresh bread, this shit ain't never stabbed Told my lawyer that shit too high, I need a better bail F*ck it though, I'm in court Gucci socks, sweater Chanel Knocking butter off my jacket, butter's soft, Pelle Pelle Don't get your hopes up, people disappoint you, that shit never fail Niggas turn rats, whole life they said they never tell It's levels to the boats in the ocean, some niggas never sail Everything for sale Everything for sale Come and cap I pray to god that you don't tell I used to eyeball it, it was hardly on the scale I wish it was like it used to be When rappers put out records that sounded perfect acoustically Every verse was so true to me My heroes never shied away from allegations of scrutiny No validating buffoonery But now this shit is new to me And I ain't wanna judge much, but I'm Mr. Love And these wannabe thugs is making my blood rush Posting pics with they face screwed, rapping divas that's fashionistas Spitting on your name, but when in your presence, they glad to meet you I realize these niggas is frail But it's hard to make a profit when everything is for sale There's no way my money is short, I put everything on the scale But heavy is the head, that's why every kingdom will fail Well Everything for sale, everything for sale nigga, everything for sale Block was hot, felt like I had a leather on in hell They teach you never say never, I'm just never gonna tell Everything for sale, you can buy whatever I know some youngins that starving and they gon' try whoever I can't admit I did bad, knowing that I knew better Everything for sale, you brought your man where y'all can cop together I was inspired by Bad Boy and Rockefeller I been having dreams, having cyphers, where Big and Pac together Dropped my top in the winter, they told me this is not the weather My problem with you, your man get gangsta, y'all get shot together We getting richer, these niggas sicker than salmonella Play Miami for topless weather, this shit my mom can tell you They copy, I'd rather do Versace, Donatella After cheese, mozzarella, oh god, I go acapella Four four Dillinger, size 44, my Balenciaga's Ramen noodles, oriental pasta, now it's shrimp and lobster They'll never find a body, do the same shit that they did to Hoffa The only reason you might survive it is cause the kids was watchin' Everything for sale, everything for sale Nigga, everything for sale The block was hot, felt like I had a leather on in hell They teach you never say never, I'm just never gonna tell