[Verse 1]

See people always talk bout famous and revolutionary

Never thinking bout all the middle class extra ordinary

Sitting in a room

A guitar with a pen and pad

No one ever knew of the gifts that the boy had

So he'd sit tight

Hold on, no fights

Everybody looking to the left

To the right

But at night

He'd write

Thinking he could

Write a couple songs

For the people that he liked

Writing lyrics to a rap track

Tryna be a pop star

Doin' it for the money

Don't forget what the arts for

Meaning in the work

Open eyes to a new door

Never gonna last

If you sell your soul to be more

[Chorus]

Famous as the last ass

Drinking out the same glass

Just please don't be a sell out boy

You know better than to be daft

They can get the last laugh

Just please don't be a sell out boy

Singing

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

Please don't be a sell out boy

Singing

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

Just please don't be sell out boy

Yeah

[Verse 2]

Ay

See you ain't gotta copy

Mumble rappers sloppy

Pitchy motherfuckers

Auto tune made em popular

It's not for her

Or them

Did it for yourself

Writing lyrics for your health

Not for any wealth

I'm counting blessings

More fortunate

One bed, one bath, no fortune yet

Paying off equipment

Never really out of debt

I used my blood and sweat

And now my pens the threat

So I ain't gotta fret

No my souls not sold

Only thing that selling are all the seats to my shows

Tryna sell out all the stadiums

And make my people proud

So when look

I see their faces smiling back from in the crowd

[Chorus

When I'm famous as the last ass

Drinking out the same glass

Just please don't be a sell out boy

You know better than to be daft They can get the last laugh

Just please don't be a sell out boy

Singing

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

Please don't be a sell out boy

Singing

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

Just please don't be sell out boy