Sound Off

Lyrics

CHORUS
All a my life I wanted to be a celebrity
Them had it made them a buy up all of the finer things
And all them conversation regarding the finances,
Got house in countries you only see in the magazines
Them selling wealth
To set you up to steal your soul
Them driving fancy car you don't see on the road
We party in the hills, got candy for the nose
Asking how high
You should be asking how low did I go
How low, How low did you go
How low, How low did you go
How low, How low did you go
How low, How low did you go

VERSE 1 (Drew Breezy)
What would you do just to make it the fortune and fame and
The life that it came with (came with)
What would you trade for that space to be put in that place and
Would you sign with satan if the deal’s amazing
Materialistic with cherry red lipstick
So seductive yet so sadistic
Devil in a blue dress and she got thick hips
Yea she delicious, simply exquisite
Some will risk it all for a sensation
When it calls you fall for the temptation
Hoes doing limbo, a lot of men waiting
How low would you go for the next payment
God forgives all we still all sin
One love to the loved ones fallen
Celebrate everyday till the coffin
Focus on the wins man fuck the losses
We ain’t looking for nothing less, nothing more
But respect yea of course got regrets, at my lowest
Was a mess, kind of lost it I confess
Was lower than dirt now high as jets
The weights lifted time to flex (flex)

CHORUS
All a my life I wanted to be a celebrity
Them had it made them a buy up all of the finer things
And all them conversation regarding the finances,
Got house in country's you only see in the magazines
Them selling wealth
To set you up to steal your soul
Them driving fancy car you don't see on the road
We party in the hills, got candy for the nose
Asking how high
You should be asking how low did I go
How low, How low did you go
How low, How low did you go
How low, How low did you go
How low, How low did you go

VERSE 2 (J-Mal)
How many lives does a nigga gotta live
Before doing the right thing is his only prerogative
Living a life so crucial distant from relatives
When the distance is relatively closer than heaven
Just another systematic product of the environments
Installed by the Hollywood agents
Frontpage you, pimp you to people
Feed you what they want you believing
That the money can save you, oh Jesus
You knock knock knocking on the devil door yea
Ready to sell your soul yea
You need some the money to blow you need a hunned of hoes
You need a gun and some gold chains
I don't know bro I think shit is outta control

INTERLUDE (AO Da Passion)

VERSE 3 (Eruza Five)
If i said fuck all the rest
And Ima worry bout me
What kinda level of selfish
Do you think I would be
If I forgot all the friends
Who coming after the pen
And ink conversing with purses
That wanna cash out on me
They told me live and you learn
And selfless habits will turn
Into attention
Complete what you started
don't overthink
I can't put that on a graph
Only see the aftermath
Of their suggestions
When they putting faith
In what they can see
Tired of stating facts
tired of just laying back
Watchin downfalls
These rappers tryna be who they see
I'm just displaying my raps
On pedestals for who lack
In concentration for greatness
And what they wanna achieve
And so they pick up the green
Roll it up for the need
Of inspiration
Those Excuses got them too intervened
Then again in my conscious
I'm acting way to obnoxious
I'm just a pessimist
With a lot of thoughts
They all toxic

CHORUS
All a my life I wanted to be a celebrity
Them had it made them a buy up all of the finer things
And all them conversation regarding the finances,
Got house in country's you only see in the magazines
Them selling wealth
To set you up to steal your soul
Them driving fancy car you don't see on the road
We party in the hills, got candy for the nose
Asking how high
You should be asking how low did I go
How low, How low did you go
How low, How low did you go
How low, How low did you go
How low, How low did you go