Checks the lights
Check the cameras
Check the mics
Check the TV screen make sure that they get the angles right
And it's,
Almost time for action
Real quick
Can you do it just like how we practiced?
I'll tell the joke and then you cover your eye
That's how we'll let em know from now on that you're on our side
It's harmless
I mean we ain't hurting nobody yet
Now remind me
Which family member you said that you wished was dead?
Check the lights
Check the cameras
Check the mics
Check up on the script make sure that they get the lines right
Look, we need the general public on board
All you gotta do is tell em that you endorse
Whatever product we selling
Whatever agendas next
Say it all with a smile
We'll pile on all the checks
And with that
It's a wrap on the set
Most of these rappers are hardly actors, puppets at best
Hand in that hole in their chest
Hand where their soul should've rested
Bought the whole world
But man you done sold the collective
I play a track and ruminate on the message
They say I'm thinking way too deep
I tell em don't you forget it
When the stakes are this high
When the world's at a low
And we got the power
To change how it goes
With a handful of words
And a mind full of flows
I've got one question
And I'll leave you alone
How much for your soul?
How much for your soul
In diamonds and gold?
What's the price
Nothing but time to spare
Oh I'll be there
How much for your soul?
Oh I gotta know
Is it glitz and glamor
Fame or grandeur
What you waiting for?
Check the mic, lights, camera, get the angles right
Got these blessings falling catch 'em from my angels like
I'm finna lay low from the say so cause my halo bright
I can't go gotta jet they ask me would I sell myself
What is the price you offering?
Is it the life with diamond rings
Writing out checks for fashion things
Vagabond so its f*ck what you think
W.O.L.F the set so my niggas in sync
Touch the next and you see what it bring
I can't help it I flow naturally
And I can show you what its like to be seen
Aye I can't help you if you don't wanna get it
But we gotta finish cause we gotta live
Take it easy headin' down this road so
Watch ya speed cause it's limited
I been the kid
Vatic was gifted
With one of the illest pens
Is ya hearing me?
Energy shift and
I feel in my spirit these niggas be listening
They taking down notes
We gotta get better
We gotta evoke
And bring the topics that got us in chokeholds
No time to be postponing
How much for your soul
Before you be long done?
Now tell me huh how much for your soul
Before you meet yo clone?
Oh shit
Sin got me writing my woke shit
I gotta go grab a coat
Cause the way that I flow they say Vatic the coldest
Sick like a nigga got covid
Smooth like butter on toast is
She like to feel on my arm cause the weight I been lifting been getting me so ripped
Plus hands down they can't F with me
I'm on a better path to be a better man
When it's Vagabond on the door to the f*ckin' function aye they better let us in
Hit the main lights put ya flash on turn my vocals up and let the lyrics hit
Keep the cameras rolling send the footage over when the after after party ends
This for the f*cking fans
Your soul
Have you labeled a price?
Would you give it all away if the numbers was right?
Would you give it all away if you had to?
Tell me would you
Give it all away
For your name in hall of fame
And the movies on the screen
Getting paid everyday
Money from the sky
And its falling down
Falling, Falling, Falling
How much for your soul?
Sin - For Your Soul (feat. Vatic) Lyrics
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English
Checks the lights
Check the cameras
Check the mics
Check the TV screen make sure that they get the angles right
And it's,
Almost time for action
Real quick
Can you do it just like how we practiced?
I'll tell the joke and then you cover your eye
That's how we'll let em know from now on that you're on our side
It's harmless
I mean we ain't hurting nobody yet
Now remind me
Which family member you said that you wished was dead?
Check the lights
Check the cameras
Check the mics
Check up on the script make sure that they get the lines right
Look, we need the general public on board
All you gotta do is tell em that you endorse
Whatever product we selling
Whatever agendas next
Say it all with a smile
We'll pile on all the checks
And with that
It's a wrap on the set
Most of these rappers are hardly actors, puppets at best
Hand in that hole in their chest
Hand where their soul should've rested
Bought the whole world
But man you done sold the collective
I play a track and ruminate on the message
They say I'm thinking way too deep
I tell em don't you forget it
When the stakes are this high
When the world's at a low
And we got the power
To change how it goes
With a handful of words
And a mind full of flows
I've got one question
And I'll leave you alone
How much for your soul?
How much for your soul
In diamonds and gold?
What's the price
Nothing but time to spare
Oh I'll be there
How much for your soul?
Oh I gotta know
Is it glitz and glamor
Fame or grandeur
What you waiting for?
Check the mic, lights, camera, get the angles right
Got these blessings falling catch 'em from my angels like
I'm finna lay low from the say so cause my halo bright
I can't go gotta jet they ask me would I sell myself
What is the price you offering?
Is it the life with diamond rings
Writing out checks for fashion things
Vagabond so its f*ck what you think
W.O.L.F the set so my niggas in sync
Touch the next and you see what it bring
I can't help it I flow naturally
And I can show you what its like to be seen
Aye I can't help you if you don't wanna get it
But we gotta finish cause we gotta live
Take it easy headin' down this road so
Watch ya speed cause it's limited
I been the kid
Vatic was gifted
With one of the illest pens
Is ya hearing me?
Energy shift and
I feel in my spirit these niggas be listening
They taking down notes
We gotta get better
We gotta evoke
And bring the topics that got us in chokeholds
No time to be postponing
How much for your soul
Before you be long done?
Now tell me huh how much for your soul
Before you meet yo clone?
Oh shit
Sin got me writing my woke shit
I gotta go grab a coat
Cause the way that I flow they say Vatic the coldest
Sick like a nigga got covid
Smooth like butter on toast is
She like to feel on my arm cause the weight I been lifting been getting me so ripped
Plus hands down they can't F with me
I'm on a better path to be a better man
When it's Vagabond on the door to the f*ckin' function aye they better let us in
Hit the main lights put ya flash on turn my vocals up and let the lyrics hit
Keep the cameras rolling send the footage over when the after after party ends
This for the f*cking fans
Your soul
Have you labeled a price?
Would you give it all away if the numbers was right?
Would you give it all away if you had to?
Tell me would you
Give it all away
For your name in hall of fame
And the movies on the screen
Getting paid everyday
Money from the sky
And its falling down
Falling, Falling, Falling
How much for your soul?
Check the cameras
Check the mics
Check the TV screen make sure that they get the angles right
And it's,
Almost time for action
Real quick
Can you do it just like how we practiced?
I'll tell the joke and then you cover your eye
That's how we'll let em know from now on that you're on our side
It's harmless
I mean we ain't hurting nobody yet
Now remind me
Which family member you said that you wished was dead?
Check the lights
Check the cameras
Check the mics
Check up on the script make sure that they get the lines right
Look, we need the general public on board
All you gotta do is tell em that you endorse
Whatever product we selling
Whatever agendas next
Say it all with a smile
We'll pile on all the checks
And with that
It's a wrap on the set
Most of these rappers are hardly actors, puppets at best
Hand in that hole in their chest
Hand where their soul should've rested
Bought the whole world
But man you done sold the collective
I play a track and ruminate on the message
They say I'm thinking way too deep
I tell em don't you forget it
When the stakes are this high
When the world's at a low
And we got the power
To change how it goes
With a handful of words
And a mind full of flows
I've got one question
And I'll leave you alone
How much for your soul?
How much for your soul
In diamonds and gold?
What's the price
Nothing but time to spare
Oh I'll be there
How much for your soul?
Oh I gotta know
Is it glitz and glamor
Fame or grandeur
What you waiting for?
Check the mic, lights, camera, get the angles right
Got these blessings falling catch 'em from my angels like
I'm finna lay low from the say so cause my halo bright
I can't go gotta jet they ask me would I sell myself
What is the price you offering?
Is it the life with diamond rings
Writing out checks for fashion things
Vagabond so its f*ck what you think
W.O.L.F the set so my niggas in sync
Touch the next and you see what it bring
I can't help it I flow naturally
And I can show you what its like to be seen
Aye I can't help you if you don't wanna get it
But we gotta finish cause we gotta live
Take it easy headin' down this road so
Watch ya speed cause it's limited
I been the kid
Vatic was gifted
With one of the illest pens
Is ya hearing me?
Energy shift and
I feel in my spirit these niggas be listening
They taking down notes
We gotta get better
We gotta evoke
And bring the topics that got us in chokeholds
No time to be postponing
How much for your soul
Before you be long done?
Now tell me huh how much for your soul
Before you meet yo clone?
Oh shit
Sin got me writing my woke shit
I gotta go grab a coat
Cause the way that I flow they say Vatic the coldest
Sick like a nigga got covid
Smooth like butter on toast is
She like to feel on my arm cause the weight I been lifting been getting me so ripped
Plus hands down they can't F with me
I'm on a better path to be a better man
When it's Vagabond on the door to the f*ckin' function aye they better let us in
Hit the main lights put ya flash on turn my vocals up and let the lyrics hit
Keep the cameras rolling send the footage over when the after after party ends
This for the f*cking fans
Your soul
Have you labeled a price?
Would you give it all away if the numbers was right?
Would you give it all away if you had to?
Tell me would you
Give it all away
For your name in hall of fame
And the movies on the screen
Getting paid everyday
Money from the sky
And its falling down
Falling, Falling, Falling
How much for your soul?
Writer: Shaun Neumeister, Marquez Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid