Lyrics:

[Hook]
See I’m the type to grind hard, cause I’m tryna see a mill
This label’s 100, you want the 100’s, I did it with no major deal
QC bitch, you pussys get fingerfucked, you [?] like nip tuck
You know Flippa keep mac’d up, hollows like mack truck
I won’t sell my soul, I won’t sell my soul
I won’t sell my soul, I won’t sell my soul
Just listen up close, to what the OG told
These niggas will sell their soul for jewelry and clothes
The world is so cold

[Verse 1]
See I can see clearly, in these thousand dollar specs
I came from the trenches, but I know business, mama CG want the best
So father, your highness, would you guide me with guidance
No weapons, [?] or prosper, I pull out that MAC and I aim at my finest
I pray for forgiveness, I know there’s no witness
You niggas keep signing these fucked up deals, small fry and the mixed chicken
I won’t sell my soul, I won’t sell my soul
Hit the pot with the pick and roll, get the big bankroll
Now a nigga Quality Control

[Hook]
See I’m the type to grind hard, cause I’m tryna see a mill
This label’s 100, you want the 100’s, I did it with no major deal
QC bitch, you pussys get fingerfucked, you [?] like nip tuck
You know Flippa keep mac’d up, hollows like mack truck
I won’t sell my soul, I won’t sell my soul
I won’t sell my soul, I won’t sell my soul
Just listen up close, to what the OG told
These niggas will sell their soul for jewelry and clothes
The world is so cold

[Verse 2]
So that’s your new car? You think you up to par?
You rapping bout my life, you better think twice nigga, be who you are
You can’t keep it 100, but you want some new hundreds
Million dollar boss conversation with the CEO bean, I cherish the moment
I came from eating out lunchables, to a house like the Huxtables
You better grind hard young nigga, go get it young nigga
Don’t you ever get to comfortable
Sold your soul for some denim, but you can’t provide dinner
Blew your back end on some Robin jeans
But you can’t do shit cause there ain’t shit in em

[Hook]
See I’m the type to grind hard, cause I’m tryna see a mill
This label’s 100, you want the 100’s, I did it with no major deal
QC bitch, you pussys get fingerfucked, you [?] like nip tuck
You know Flippa keep mac’d up, hollows like mack truck
I won’t sell my soul, I won’t sell my soul
I won’t sell my soul, I won’t sell my soul
Just listen up close, to what the OG told
These niggas will sell their soul for jewelry and clothes
The world is so cold