Sellout lyrics

[Intro: Denmark Vessey]
I promised myself I was gon' be not hype on this
I'll calm it down, down, down
Yeah, ay

[Verse 1: Denmark Vessey]
It's like the black man LeBron saw
Where OJ is still elligible
Or a outdated reboot of Juice
Titled, Drink
The Hollywood reboot of Roots
Titled, Suits
That recast Tobey Maguire as the lead
Can you solve our plight in a verse?
A screaming n*gga post
Teddy pay a effigy visual casually nickel though
Clever euphemisms for plantation and kitchen stove
Trappin' Kujichagulia underneath the mistletoe
Yo, I hit the loud so hard I call her [?]
Spit strawberry [?] so hard, feel like a physical
I drag a slab of stone so long, it caught the el out
I hit the peak so hard, gold rings fell out (Damn)
Sleep paralysis smooth the screams that I yell out
Stressin' over cream got me contemplating thievery
You ain't even got no bond money to bail out
sh*t n*gga, rap don't work out I'm whipping this fish scale out
Prolly not though
I watched The Wire, it looked fire
But I checked the online, the streets not hirin' bro
I know I heard you keep on trying, I know, it's over though
The sun went nova when you asleep
In this house party scene 'cause I'm sedated
I was leanin' drinking wormwood, now I'm absolute minded
No f*cks given, I'm in defiance
My fingers holding onto that blanket talkin' with Linus
Skim through life in a shopping cart at Target
Woke up the next day in an OK-Mart
Took my mask off, 'cause the feds told me to
Hands up don't shoot
[Verse 2: DrxQuinnx]
Hoes on my di*k, I pray to based god
It's word to your baby moms
Mixed up the lemonade to serve it at the all star game
That's the sour taste of petty
f*ck all that rubber, I'm just tryna f*ck Betty
Quarter nickels by the dam, that goes by the name of Penny
Black licorice, taste the [?] good and plenty
Hit the devil whip with that drift its all wavy
Walk through Steins Gate, it's funky in that rabbit suit
Stabbed the mirror till I fell through
Malice in that Wonderland, the mercury done got him loose
Where purple hearts of water where the cattlepillar talking hoots
Tweedledee f*ck n*ggas, cats is what you talking to
Crazy motherf*ckers
We're all magic, we're all magic

[Verse 3: Vic Spencer]
They told my ass to rap over drill beats
I asked, what would you do if you saw a pill speak?
I am ready for challenges, I damage kids
Need to shut the entire f*ck up before I blam a wig
Yes, man for sure off the banners
Signed to a label just to go buy outlandish stuff
You should go into retirement, but I can't
UPS is no longer hiring
Violent like where they got traffickers at
You gotta slow down
n*ggas gotta energize that
I'm 'bout to blow pounds
Can you talk about group homes and sh*t like that?
They way y'all talk y'all act like I don't fight back
Rappers be mad, they never on my radar
One day a fan said, I was heavier than a freight car
Woke up and threw my feelings from out a night jar
Humans now a days looking like a walking side bar
Since a n*gga start rapping they want me to have a [?] car
But my circle too personal, you a rap slave
You should choke on rope
I'm records with Sean Price
He like, you should rap over Young Chop beats
I'm walking with a chick that's knock-kneed
You wanna play ding dong ditch, beer pong sips
Make longer songs for them real long trips
So I can time myself
They say my career is over and I should cry for help
You get your ass whooped with a try-it belt
Ha-ha, pus*y boy, ha-ha ha-ha