Everything's For Sale (from "Godfather Of Harlem" soundtrack)

That's when my mama told my sister, "Ain't no changing him"
"He's probably somewhere with a pistol"
"Ain't no saving him"

Everything's for sale
Everything's for sale
But not my life, not my life
Everything's for sale, yeah
Everything's for sale
But not my life, not my life

Everything's for sale but my life
Still pay a fee and get somebody swiped
Know a young boy got his college degree twice
Another young nigga, same age got life
Only difference, one mother working two shifts
And the other mom outside, working the pipe
Everybody on the sidewalk and standing all night like neighborhood going on strike
Still hang with my homies I was outside having fist fights with, now we boarding flights
I come from poverty, I didn'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
Say you gon' die for me, I'm tryna live 'cause my son's attached to me
You niggas rats to me
Leeches be latched to me, THC the only thing relaxing me
Struggling and living like kings, imagine me
Pray for these things and watch 'em bring 'em magically
Diamonds and rings on me bling like majesty
I'm doing my thing, now they mad at me
I wasn't doing anything, they was happy
And I coulda gave up on my passion, they almost had me

Everything's for sale
Everything's for sale
But not my life, not my life
Everything's for sale, yeah
Everything's for sale
But not my life, not my life

I ain't selling my soul, the glitter ain't 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 mama know who shot 'em
But she won't be talking 'cause she said they telling they safe
Plus that's her funeral date
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 than try to help ya
9 outta 10 of us need counseling
But fuck health tho
'Cause 10 outta 10 of us keep ounces
10 outta 10 don't trust 12
'Cause too many them ones birthdays we stopped counting
Mike Brown & them, Trayvon & them
By the time this out there'll be another one, on God

Everything's for sale
Everything's for sale
But not my life, not my life
Everything's for sale, yeah
Everything's for sale
But not my life, not my life

You could have anything in this world that you want
But not my life, not my life
Everything's for sale, yeah
Everything's for sale
But not my life