Sell Out - Lecrae

Alright, alright, welcome to the label, man

Now check this out, man, listen.

I know you’re known for just being honest and transparent and all that good

stuff

But listen, we ain’t got no time for all that, man

That don’t make no money

We need you to tell lies, lies, and more lies, man

It’s all about selling out

Don’t give the people what they need, give 'em what they want, baby

Lie to these folks, man!

I’m on now, I can’t even stand me

Look at me, Mama, I’m known now, I got me a Grammy

Call Kami, Khiana, and Tammy, and tell 'em that I made it

Broke my heart in the seventh grade, so this is how I repay 'em

They say that money can’t make you, they probably ain’t making money

It made me richer than you, and it made me look at you funny

You don’t really want it, you don’t want no problems, problems

Goons be like, «Whatever you need, dawg, call me.»

So I be like doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, solve it

Money on his head, I put that boy under the wallet

I can’t even rap like that, but insecurity would have me sounding whack like

that

I already made it when I graduated from high school

Ain’t validated 'cause I’m at the top of the iTunes

But I too was once a fool for nice shoes

Spiteful of dudes who do what I like to

But if I’m honest on the other side of fame, it’s the same stains in the latrine

You still can’t buy love, and ain’t no way to buy off pain

That’s why these rich folks blow out their brains

More insecure they are the more they brag, advertising their pain

I don’t want no parts of learning that thing

Oh wait, hold up, this where I’m supposed to do something

Lyrical miracle metaphor simile onomatopoeia on a period

You’s a peon, period, I dominate rap

I failed algebra, and I ain’t paid my property tax

Oh well, I got bars, family behind bars

Throw money at insecure women and fine cars

People stealing right under my nose and my taxes whack

But no need to worry, my accountant handles that, right

I mean what you expect?

I do anything to gain your respect, sell out

What you doing, man?

You know you started off good then you started telling the truth

We ain’t got no time for that

This is Lie-A-Lot records

We need you to tell more lies

Hello?

Hello?

Hey where you going, man?

Come back here, man

Church Clothes 2!

I ain’t got to hear that you love it, cause I know that you love it!