Belly – Everything's For Sale lyrics

(Godfather Of Harlem Soundtrack)

[Intro: Belly]
This what my momma told my sister
Ain't no changin' him
He's probably somewhere with a pistol
Ain't no savin' him

[Chorus: Belly]
Everything's for sale, everything's for sale
But not my life, but not my life
Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale
But not my life, but not my life

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
Everything's for sale but my life
Still payin' for ya, somebody got swiped
Know a young boy got his college degree twice
Lil' young niggas same age got life
Only difference is, one mother workin' two shifts
And the other mom outside workin' the pipe
Everybody on the sidewalk and standin' all night
Like neighborhood goin' on strike
He don't hang with my homies, I was outside having' fist fights with (Yeah)
Now we boardin' flights
I come from poverty, I ain't hit the lottery
What love you got for me? Why would you lie to me?
If you not guilty, then why would you cry to me?
I don't even want you to say you gon' ride for me (Uh)
Say you gon' die for me (Uh-uh), I'm tryna live
'Cause my son's attached to me (Uh-huh), you niggas rats to me (Uh-huh)
Leeches be latched to me, THC the only thing relaxin' me
Strugglin' to live, and like kings, imagine me
Pray for these things, watch 'em bring them magically
Diamonds and rings on me, bling, like majesty
I'm doin' my thing, now they mad at me
I wasn't doin' anything, they was happy
And I could've gave up on my passion, they almost had me

[Chorus: Belly]
Everything's for sale, everything's for sale
But not my life, but not my life
Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale
But not my life, but not my life

[Verse 2: Wale]
Yo
I ain't sellin' my soul, the glitter and gold
Niggas is hot and these bitches is cold
The Rollie was froze, but time ain't agree
My nigga went vegan, still died from a beef
With his ice on his sleeve and his mind on the street
And his baby momma know how shot him, but she won't be talkin'
'Cause she said they tellin', "Be safe"
Plus that's our funeral day
Plot twist, trust nothing
Treat everything you hear like a stock tip
See, America feeds off black gossip
Bleed out in public, we'd rather watch you die then try and help ya, uh
Nine out of ten of us need counseling
But, fuck health doe
'Cause ten out of ten of us keep ounces
Ten out of ten don't stress twelve
'Cause too many of those ones birthdays stopped countin'
Mike Brown and, Trayvon and
By the time I stop there'll be another one
On God

[Chorus: Belly]
Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale
But not my life, but not my life
Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale
But not my life, but not my life

[Outro: Belly]
You could have anything in this world that you want
But not my life, but not my life
Everything's for sale, yeah, everything's for sale
But not my life