[Chorus]
I just sold my heart and soul for an hours worth of streams
But these thoughts of fame and shows are still locked inside my dreams
I know I'm worth my weight in gold, I only chase the color green
But all I got's my heart and soul and I'm just selling them for streams
[Verse 1]
And there's this girl I know I told that it's not weak to get help
Tho I believe that I don't do it for my goddamn self
Man I just go and write a bar and put these feelings on the shelf
I put em sealed tight in a jar and stick em right next to the elf
That's why I mix master produce and write like every single song
Cause I'm an independent artist and I'm right where I belong
Now watch me quarterback my future I'm about to go long
Cause if I do it on my own my shit will never go wrong. (right?)
Call me Odell Beckham I could pick six bitches from your fanbase, but no more that's a bit suspicious
Fuck with me I'll put your team on crucifixes, then I'll snag the screams for samples, I'll just change up all the pitches
Told me that the boy couldn't come up without a team
I wouldn't laugh if I were you, you're whole discography's a meme. Cause if I take a peek at you, your mouth is open spewin' steam, popped your lyrics up and Reddit, what the fuck they even mean?
You talk bout green like money please, that green don't grow on money trees, do you expect up to believe you smoke green leaves, roll trees, and please bad B's, then leave and scuff their knees, and are the flavour of their tea
'Yo bitch phone me' that's so phony, like a Sony that's Chinese
[Chorus]
I just sold my heart and soul for an hours worth of streams
But these thoughts of fame and shows are still locked inside my dreams
I know I'm worth my weight in gold, I only chase the color green
But all I got's my heart and soul and I'm just selling them for streams
[Verse 2]
I'm a Lightweight heavy hitter
Leave these broken bitches bitter
Fire breathin dragon spittin
Bars right in your face like liqour
Thought this rap shit funny till I left you like a joke. While you were busy takin' tokes I was just writin' tryna cope. Why don't you caption that that smoke inside that picture made you choke
Listen to the pitter patter, watch the people chit and chatter, you want me to hit it after that bitch hear the clip click scatter
But I don't wanna have to get into that shit that's in the past
Cause all the ones who did me dirty can just kiss my fucking ass
I broke my jaw on shards of glass while tryna make these feelings last, so get the fuck up out my face accept apologies in cash
You don't see any mistakes because you only hear the highlights. You're fake you fucking snake you wouldn't wanna enter my life. Couldn't handle it you'd break and maybe soon I might. Now everyone will read into those lyrics like it's twighlight
And everyone will prolly judge me when I go to meet 'em
Well fuck them all they biting on my hand that fucking feeds 'em. They'd be dying on the floor I bet they'd tell me that I need em, then I'd rip like every tooth out of their skull and fucking beat em there
See if I care, you tell me share, I'll Murder you and leave you there
I worked for this, I fucking swear, I'm bout to be a millionaire. Through wear and tear, and prayer I dared to take a shot and grow a pair, and now I take the path less traveled y'all still stuck on thoroughfare
I switch the flow like hoes switch clothes, you posing bitch you're faux you know, that's french for hoes who fuck and blow and claim they're fuckin' with the flow
That's code for fake. It means they'll flake, if there's no money left to take, and now that's you, your just a snake, that's fuckin' every guy I hate
Went from I love you more, to bet that I love you less, she must be tryna confuse me, like what colours the dress
If she was beaten black and blue I'd watch her body regress, a white boy covered in gold, now that's a hell of a flex
I swear I'd sell your soul to Satan for a single cigarette, the only digits that I memorise are written on my cheque
And half of that is used to pay the price that's hung around my neck. I'd take a piss inside your casket boy I ain't got no respect
Slit his neck with a machete, if he says some shit against me. No one liked him at his funeral we're throwing up confetti. All these fuckboys acting petty, tryna keep me off the yeti, they all fretin' tryna threaten like their last name donatelli
[Chorus]
I just sold my heart and soul for an hours worth of streams
But these thoughts of fame and shows are still locked inside my dreams
I know I'm worth my weight in gold, I only chase the color green
But all I got's my heart and soul and I'm just selling them for streams
