Not for Sale (feat. Kefia Rollerson) Lyrics

Not for Sale ft. Kefia Rollerson - Bizzle

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I don't know what you reaching out your hand for

'For I shake it, I'll break it, hit the grave 'for I fake it

I will not accept payment to hand folk

Over to the devil knowing Christ is they last hope

Surrounded by a bunch of gustos' out of low cash

But I ain't selling my soul or my notepad

What you want me to do? Promote crack

Figured they wouldn't reject the noose if the rope black

I don't know what you reaching out your hand for

So you make one a dealer make the rest fiends

Make one a millionaire make the rest bleed

Wanna see us hanging a few good guys

Sit 'em in a Bent-Coup and make the noose look fly

I can't do it, I know what it feel like

Tryna fit a rap fantasy into my real life

Got a couple real homies doing real time

Tryna eat now they being told when it's meal time

Why would I make that appealing to 'em

Why would I make rap a ceiling to 'em

And now you sayin' I'm the villain cause I'm chillin'

Tryna get this penicillin through 'em in the message

I ain't quittin' till it's been delivered to 'em

I won't support your lies no more

I won't even try no more

If I have to die Oh Lord

That's how I choose to live

I won't be compromised no more

I can't be victimized no more

I just don't sympathize no more

So now I understand

You just wanna use me

What you want me to do? Stunt on errbody

Fake it till I make it and front on errbody

Make 'em feel low, cause they don't got what I got

Like they ain't on my level, cause they don't rock what I

Rock

Tell 'em that I live a life they should wanna kill fo'

Steal fo' that's what you gettin' new jails built fo'

That's how you pick and choose who the record deal's fo'

First one to tap dance, do a lil' heel-toe

Tryna use poverty against 'em like

Give 'em a Ferrari, they'll lie for you and then some

Throw a dress on, rock press-ons

Help push the same-sex laws and disrespect God

Heck nah, what I look like tryna impress y'all

Homie y'all either step off or get stepped on

They sayin' that I talk like I walk 'round with Teflon flesh

On

For Christ that's a line I'm willing to put my neck on

So gwan head Philistine get the guillotine

Three rocks from a sling shot'll make yo timba lean

Y'all deny the Son like Michael did Billy Jean

But you calendar is still based off him it seems

Right, B.C. Before Christ A.D

Anno Domini the year of The Lord right

So you can mock and you can front 'bout the knowledge

Y'all got

But every time you say the year you acknowledge my

God