If stories went on scales i'd have a lot to sell
And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well
My shit is heavy, droppin bricks
She likes the way it hits her lips
Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years
Sell you to the rich for cheaper than a pair scissors,
Yeah months in every night she's in tears
Sell his soul to devil to take away b.i.g's health
I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope
Used to sell dope up on the bloke
Satan tried to make me sell my soul, he was no advocate
Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit
Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit
I tried to sell my soul, the devil couldn't afford it
So don't live for no reason live to be happy be happy to live, aim for your freedom
Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb
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