Sell My Soul

They never told me about these things
And I would not be talking
I'm just gonna be in front of my face
And I'm gonna be talking

Hello?
Yeah, I was calling about that in the paper
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
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 strip-club visits
Sin and chills, that's where it responds

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 it

My case gets thrown out
Let me make stupid shit sound good
And be remembered more than Fat Joe's ass crack in the summer

Now, let's all get rich by selling our soul
I want a fat bankroll and a whole bunch of gold
I want to 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 want to 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'll 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 conversating
I could already be money-making

Making crack in the kitchen, you like that?
Yeah, listen, I shoot your face off with Teflons
And then I call it a facelift
And I've been selling crack since the age of ten years old

Trying to put food on the table instead of 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 a life that ain't mine

Like I said, you can keep my integrity, my individuality
Please, all I want's the money
So just pass me the pen so I can write on the dotted line
Signed sincerely, most of the rappers that came out since '99

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

What's up, we got a deal
Sounds good
All I need you to do is sign right here (uh-huh, okay)
And you just walk in (no problem)

And like it (alright)
And like it (okay)
What do you mean?
Anytime