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Selling Soul

Selling Soul
Lyrics Written, Patent & Rights  Held By: Amari L. Williams, otherwise known as “Who’s Saying This”
Why am I even doing this, Why the fuck should I try
Everybody knows the greatest songs ever made are all full of lies
The only way to reach success, is by trading in pride
So for the keys to the million dollar home and hundred thousand dollar ride I’m exchanging who I am are for what robot the labels design
I’ll smoke a ton a weed and promise to only mix lean with my sprite
gotta do it real big ‘cause big sells out shows every night
I’ll brag about the girls/fake trips around the world/tell how I used to deal drugs from my trap house in the ‘burbs/
roll with a squad goons prepared to kill/all street trained with AK’s is how I plan to seal and secure a deal
why because no one wants to sign you if you were born in Beverly Hills/which is why I’m thinking about selling my soul for music industry appeal
handing over my soul just to make a million bucks
I swear I’ll give it up, just for the chance to live it up
to go from ashy to classy, broke to lux
handing over my life for a million bucks
to go from ashy to classy, broke to lux
In order to be famous in this world, I’ve gotta give everything up
so I’m sell my soul to record industry  just make a milli-on bucks
Trade in my baggy shorts for tight jeans/shaved head from braids, have to look like Lil Wayne
give up all that I know is real just to sit court side with Jay/maybe if I do I’ll have Drake on one my hooks straight murdering the beat
promise to break a law or two if a label signs me
what’s a little bit of jail time if I can reach my diamond dreams
so what if it means I’ve gotta sacrifice a little bit of me
I’ll be famous a star like the one’s on TV, TMZ snapping photos of me pissing in the streets
swear I’ll sell my fucking soul for that LAkers courtside fee
so handing over my soul to the music industry
handing over my soul just to make a million bucks
I swear I’ll give it up, just for the chance to live it up
to go from ashy to classy, broke to lux
handing over my life for a million bucks
to go from ashy to classy, broke to lux
In order to be famous in this world, I’ve gotta give everything up
so I’m sell my soul to record industry  just make a milli-on bucks
Funny somebody told me once that the only way to do it get the flashy diamond chains
is to roll a fucking blunt and change my fucking name
put on some old school music and let the start to play
spark that good shit up and let my thoughts go fluid
well I’ve had a few puffs and I’m just about to lose it
Knocking, knocking doors down ‘til my pockets feeling stupid 
want it now, want it all
the cash, barrels of  money, houses, and slab out cars
Who’s Saying This by far a true music Lone Star
the one, the only, man/taking over soon/hot damn in the flesh here I am
  hope that one day that God will understand that this here was no lost of faith it was faithful pray for success I said

handing over my soul just to make a million bucks
I swear I’ll give it up
to go from ashy to classy
broke to lux
handing over my life for a million bucks
to go from ashy to classy 
broke to lux
In order to be famous in this world gotta  give everything up
so I’m sell my soul to record industry  just make a milli-on bucks
Say whatever you want  a person like me  just wants to make, make a million dollars even if I’ve got partially fake it/star on the dressing room door, limos, red carpet floors/plenty of awards and my own tour bus/of course/it seems  I’m selling out/but who wouldn’t for a song

handing over my soul just to make a million bucks
I’ll give it up
to go from ashy to classy
broke to lux
handing over my life for a million bucks
to go from ashy to classy 
broke to lux
In order to be famous in this world gotta  give everything up
so I’m sell my soul to record industry  just make a milli-on bucks
Who’s Saying This


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