Quadeca - $oldSoul lyrics

I got my green and I want beef
Like I'm an omnivore
I got that exclusive flow that
Can't be bought in stores
I drop all this new shit
And they still be wantin' more
They say that my duty is not fair
Like some modern war i'm stackin' rolls
Just like the Michelin Man
Eating sushi every night
But I don't live in Japan
Damn, I'm trying to make as
Many hit's as I can
I'm like a lazy-ass beaver
I ain't giving a damn
Woah, that shit is corny
You really gonna ignore me?
You really gon' let it slide when
These Benjamins do adore me?
And as we rise, man
It ain't about fame and fortune
We got a greater importance
That's why I wake in the mornin'
I'm tryna play a performance and make
A change wit' a chorus
Came from a tiny platform
But now my stage is enormous
Flawless, do anything to stay out of office
'Cause I'm cautious
Not gonna sell my soul for the profit's

I'm not gonna sell my soul
But what if the offer's incredible?
Nah, I'm not gonna sell my soul
But ten milli', hypothetical
Would they put me on a pedestal?
Would they get me to a better home?
Would they make me unforgettable?
Six fuckin' zeros and a decimal
Top the charts on the game
Not gonna tell us they the same
Switchin', switchin', make a change
Do anything to make a gain

You keep your standards low, man
I keep my standards high
Wanna get on any action
Like the Brazzers camera guy
I can't deny I'm fuckin' insane, sometimes
I fantasize
What it would be like to be normal
But I just randomize
And analyze my situations
Leavin' people paralyzed
You take a step out of bed, meanwhile
I'm in my paradise america is very nice
But I'd like to see the world
But I'd like to get out into
The open and meet my girl
But I just need a chance
I just need a chance
Tired of just sittin' 'round
With my Adidas pants
Got a lot of numbers that I wanna see expand
I need a plan
But maybe I just really need a hand
A hand from not a fan, not a man
Want a hundred-grand
Understand that I ain't gon'
Choose another brand
Unless it comes with bands
Then I'ma look at it you best think
Starin' at the contract
Want a signature in red ink (Success)

Offer is compellin', though
But I don't think I'm gonna sell my soul
But the offer is incredible
Agreements on a hypothetical
They gon' put me on a pedestal
They gon' play me in the festival
Everybody's gon' be jealous, though
I really think I'm gonna sell my soul
Top the charts on the game
Who needs friends? I got the fame
Putting commas to my name
Shit will never be the same

Yeah oh
Shit will never be the same