Everything For Sale Lyrics

Dave East

Living Proof

Lyrics to Everything For Sale
Everything for sale, everything for sale nigga, everything for sale
Block was hot, felt like I had a leather on in hell
They teach you never say never, I'm just never gonna tell

If you solid, you survive whatever jail
Thinking bout my next high, shout out to Chef
Fresh bread, this shit ain't never stabbed
Told my lawyer that shit too high, I need a better bail
Fuck it though, I'm in court Gucci socks, sweater Chanel
Knocking butter off my jacket, butter's soft, Pelle Pelle
Don't get your hopes up, people disappoint you, that shit never fail
Niggas turn rats, whole life they said they never tell
It's levels to the boats in the ocean, some niggas never sail
Everything for sale
Everything for sale
Come and cap I pray to god that you don't tell
I used to eyeball it, it was hardly on the scale

I wish it was like it used to be
When rappers put out records that sounded perfect acoustically
Every verse was so true to me
My heroes never shied away from allegations of scrutiny
No validating buffoonery
But now this shit is new to me
And I ain't wanna judge much, but I'm Mr. Love
And these wannabe thugs is making my blood rush
Posting pics with they face screwed, rapping divas that's fashionistas
Spitting on your name, but when in your presence, they glad to meet you
I realize these niggas is frail
But it's hard to make a profit when everything is for sale
There's no way my money is short, I put everything on the scale
But heavy is the head, that's why every kingdom will fail
Well

Everything for sale, everything for sale nigga, everything for sale
Block was hot, felt like I had a leather on in hell
They teach you never say never, I'm just never gonna tell
Everything for sale, you can buy whatever
I know some youngins that starving and they gon' try whoever
I can't admit I did bad, knowing that I knew better
Everything for sale, you brought your man where y'all can cop together
I was inspired by Bad Boy and Rockefeller
I been having dreams, having cyphers, where Big and Pac together
Dropped my top in the winter, they told me this is not the weather
My problem with you, your man get gangsta, y'all get shot together
We getting richer, these niggas sicker than salmonella
Play Miami for topless weather, this shit my mom can tell you
They copy, I'd rather do Versace, Donatella
After cheese, mozzarella, oh god, I go acapella
Four four Dillinger, size 44, my Balenciaga's
Ramen noodles, oriental pasta, now it's shrimp and lobster
They'll never find a body, do the same shit that they did to Hoffa
The only reason you might survive it is cause the kids was watchin'

Everything for sale, everything for sale nigga, everything for sale
The block was hot, felt like I had a leather on in hell
They teach you never say never, I'm just never gonna tell