Seel My Soul

They never told me about these things, and they told us I'd be ducking
You can't see my face when I'm talking to you
Hello? (Yeah, I was calling about that and the pepper)
What'd you like to know about it? (Just some more information)
Uh, 24 years old, smoker, hasn't been to the hospital
Hasn't been checked in a while (sounds good to me)

Hey Satan, you wanna buy my soul?
For the very low price, just help me flow
Let me be one of the best rappers in the world
And idolized by all the little boys and girls

I'll put half-naked women in my video
For underprivileged kids without internet porno
Let me have a wife that's blind to the group of groupies in my life
And if she finds out it's fine, 'cause the money keeps her by my side

My integrity, you can keep it
I want the money, the fame, the women, now the Victoria's Secret
Split club hits, sin and chills, now service bonds
That sounds about right, and oh, yeah, some diamonds that blind, bling, bling, bling

I want my platinum to be iced out
And thanks to normal people, go to jail for 'em
My case gets thrown out, let me make stupid shit sound good
Like (my love) and be remembered more than Fat Joe's ass crack in no summer

Now let's all get rich by selling our soul
I want a fat bankroll and a whole bunch of gold
I wanna be flocked by hoes everywhere that I go
Yep, that sounds about right for the price of my soul

Now let's all get rich by selling our soul
I want a fat bankroll and a whole bunch of gold
I wanna be flocked by hoes everywhere that I go
Yep, that sounds about right for the price of my soul

I'll rap about money, diamonds spinners and bitches
Louis Vuitton, Gucci, and expensive liquor
I won't be the richest man, but I have material possessions
And say praise, God while I talk about automatic weapons

(Fuck stress) I'm tired of being patient, do we got a deal, Satan?
While we've been comfort stating I could already been money
Making, making crack in the kitchen, you like that, yeah
Listen, I shoot your face off with Teflons, and then I'll call it a facelift

And I've been selling cracks since the age of 10 years old
Tryna put food on the table instead of my shoes and gold
See if I rap like that, I sell out all the time
I don't gotta rap about me, I can rap about the life that ain't mine

Like I said, you can keep my integrity, my individuality
Please, all I want is the money
So just pass me the pen so I can write on the dot that rhymes
Sincerely sign most of the rappers that came out since 99

Let's all get rich by selling our soul
I want a fat bankroll and a whole bunch of gold
I wanna be flocked by hoes everywhere that I go
Yep, that sounds about right for the price of my soul

Now let's all get rich by selling our soul
I want a fat bankroll and a whole bunch of gold
I wanna be flocked by hoes everywhere that I go
Yep, that sounds about right for the price of my soul

What's up, Mike? We got a deal (sounds good)
All I need to do (uh-huh) is sign right here (okay)
And this right here (no problem) and right here (all right)
And right here (okay, go ahead)

Fill another one, I'm ready
Just tell me when to sign in
I'm ready, so when's it gonna be fulfilled
Anytime