See people always talk bout famous and revolutionary
Never thinking bout all the middle class extra ordinary
Sitting in a room
A guitar
With a pen and pad
No one ever knew of the
Gifts that the boy had
So he'd sit tight
Hold on, no fights
Everybody looking to the left
To the right
But at night
He'd write
Thinking he could
Write a couple songs
For the people that he liked
Writing lyrics to a rap track
Tryna be a pop star
Doin' it for the money
Don't forget what the arts for
Meaning in the work
Open eyes to a new door
Never gonna last
If you sell your soul to be more
Famous as the last ass
Drinking out the same glass
Just please don't be a sell out boy
You know better than to be daft
They can get the last laugh
Just please don't be a sell out boy
Singing
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Please don't be a sell out boy
Singing
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Just please don't be sell out boy
Yeah
Ay
See you ain't gotta copy
Mumble rappers sloppy
Pitchy motherfuckers
Auto tune made em popular
It's not for her
Or them
Did it for yourself
Writing lyrics for your health
Not for any wealth
I'm counting blessings
More fortunate
One bed, one bath, no fortune yet
Paying off equipment
Never really out of debt
I used my blood and sweat
And now my pens the threat
So I ain't gotta fret
No my souls not sold
Only thing that selling are all the seats to my shows
Tryna sell out all the stadiums
And make my people proud
So when look
I see their faces smiling back from in the crowd
When I'm famous as the last ass
Drinking out the same glass
Just please don't be a sell out boy
You know better than to be daft They can get the last laugh
Just please don't be a sell out boy
Singing
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Please don't be a sell out boy
Singing
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Just please don't be sell out boy