YJ - Sell Your Soul (Money, Power, Respect)

Money, power, respect, but I never sell my soul
On the field, on the block, and I'm reaching all my goals
I'm gonna sell these records and I'm gonna go gold
And once Its said and done, I'ma hit the road

I just want the money, the power, respect
I just want the jewels, I got a flex
I just want the chain up on my neck
With no strings attached, no contract negotiations

Everything in this world, it comes with a price for sure
So why you selling your soul? Tell me why you selling your soul

I'm out here stunting, this is my flex
Cashing in, cashing checks
Past the bud, past the test
This ain't checkers, homie, this is chess

In the kitchen cooking, like a chef
Even if it doesn't make dollars, it gotta make sense
Struggling, going broke, late rent
If you got it, you can get pressed like a weight bench

I'm a hustler, this my dream, yo
No matter what it's looking like, it's not always what it seems, yo
People out here just trying to get by
Doing what they gotta do just to get fly
Doing what they gotta do just to get high
I may not succeed, but I will always try

Keep my ears to the streets
And my eyes wide
And I'm tired of the struggle so I'm ready to slide

I just want the money, the power, respect
I just want the jewels, I got a flex
I just want the chain up on my neck
With no strings attached, no contract negotiations

Everything in this world, it comes with a price for sure
So why you selling your soul? Tell me why you selling your soul

I never sell my soul, that's my word
And I stand by, money, power, respect
Yeah, I demand mine

If I don't have it, I'ma get it, that's what I do
If you needed work, yeah, I supplied you
All the pain that I survived through
And I'm still here and I promise I surprised you

Now I'm looking at the world with a wide view
And I'm staring at the world through my rear view
And I got a clear mind and a clear view
And I'm coming for it all as the saga continues

I'm not done, this is far from over
The weight on my shoulder is a boulder
I will never fold like poker
Money, power, respect
Yeah, I'm taking it

I can't explain this shit
Maintaining this, the throne, I'm reclaiming it
I've been through too much to walk away from this

Written by:
Alan Jordan

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