Lyrics Won't Sell My Soul - Skippa da Flippa

See, I'm the type to grind hard, cause I'm tryna see a mil
This label's 100, I went through 100s, I did it with no major deal
Bitch, you pussies get finger fucked, you bitchin' like nymph talk
Ya know Flippa keep the mac tucked, hollows like Mac trucks
I won't sell my soul, I won't sell my soul
I won't sell my soul, I won't sell my soul (neva)
I won't sell my soul, I won't sell my soul
Just listen up close, just do what OG told
These niggas'll sell they soul for jewelry and clothes
The world is so cold (flippa)
See, I can see clearly in these 1000$ specs
I came from the trenches, but I know business
Momma said she just want the best
So father, yo highness, would you guide me with guidance?
No workin' so teach me with prosper
I pull out that Mac and I aim at my finest
I pray for forgiveness, I know there's no witness
You niggas keep signin' these fucked up deals
Small fry and a McChicken
I won't sell my soul, I won't sell my soul
I won't sell my soul, hit the pot with the pick and roll
Hit the big bank roll now a nigga quality control!
See, I'm the type to grind hard, cause I'm tryna see a mill
This label 100, I went through 100s, I did it and none made a deal
Bitch, you pussies get finger fucked, you bitchin' like nymph talk
Ya know Flippa keep Macked up, Hummers like Mac truck
I won't sell my soul, I won't sell my soul
I won't sell my soul, I won't sell my soul (neva)
I won't sell my soul, I won't sell my soul
Just listen up close, just do what OG told
These niggas'll sell they soul for jewelry and clothes
The war is so cold (flippa)
Oh, ah, so that's yo new car?
You think you up to par?
You rapping bout my life? You betta think twice, nigga, be who you are
You can't keep it 100, but you want the new 100s
Million dolla boss conversation with the CEO and I cherish the moments
Uh, I came from eatin' out lunchables to a house like the Huxtables
You betta grind hard, young nigga gon' get it
Young nigga don't ya eva get too comfortable
Sold ya soul for some denims
But you can't provide dinner (can't provide dinner?)
Blew yo bag in on some Robin jeans
But you can't do shit cause it ain't shit in em
Bitch!
See, I'm the type to grind hard, cause I'm tryna see a mill
This labels 100, I went through 100s, I did it and none made a deal
Bitch, you pussies get finger fucked, you bitchin' like nymph talk
Ya know Flippa keep Macked up, Hummers like Mac truck
I won't sell my soul, I won't sell my soul
I won't sell my soul, I won't sell my soul (neva)
I won't sell my soul, I won't sell my soul
Just listen up close, just do what OG told
These niggas'll sell they soul for jewelry and clothes
The war is so cold (flippa)