Текст песни $oldSoul - Quadeca

I got my green and I want my beef like I'm an omnivore
I got that exclusive flow that can't be bought in stores
I drop all this new shit and they still wanting more
They say my duty is now fair, like some modern war.
I'm stacking rows like the Michelin man
Eating sushi every night, but I don't live in Japan
Damn, I'm trying to make as many hits as I can
I'm like a lazy ass beaver - I ain't giving a damn
Woah, that shit is corny,
You really gonna ignore me?
You really gonna let it slide, when these Benjamins do endure me?
And as we rise man, it ain't about fame and fortune,
We got a greater importance,
That's why I wake in the morning
I'm trying to make a performance and make a change with the course
Came from a tiny platform but now my stage is enormous
Flawless, do anything to stay out of office
'Cause I'm cautious
Not gonna sell, i'm sold for the profits
Not gonna sell myself
Even if the offer was incredible
Not gonna sell myself
But 10 milli, hypothetical
Will they put me on a pedestal
Will they get me to another home
Will they make me unforgetable
6 fucking zeros and a decimal
Got the charts and the game
But they tell me, "they the same"
Switchin' Switchin', make a change
Do anything to make a gain
You keep your status low, man, I keep my status high
Wanna get on any action like the rappers camera-guy
You can't deny, i'm fucking insane, sometimes I fantasize
What it would be like to be normal
But, I just randomize and analyse;
My situation's leaving people paralyzed
Take a step out of bed, meanwhile I'm in my paradise
America is very nice
But, I'd like to see the world
But, I'd like to get it open until I'd like to meet my girl
Just need a chance, I just need a chance
Tired and just sit around in my Adidas pants
Got alot of numbers I wanna see expand
But I need a plan,
But maybe, I need a hand to hand
From not a fan, not a man
Want a hundred grand
Understand that I ain't gonna choose another brand
Unless it comes in bands
Then I'mma look at it, you best think
Staring at the contract, one signature in red ink!
Offer is compelling though,
But, I don't think i'm gonna sell myself
But the offer is incredible
Agreements on a hypothetical
They gon' put me on a pedestal
They gon' play me in a festival
Everybody's gon' be jealous though
I really think i'm gonna sell myself
Topped the charts once again
Who needs friends? I got the fame
Putting commas to my name
She will never be the same
Yeah, Oh,
She will never be the same...