VERSE 1:
It’s, tell or be told, or just sell or be sold,
Want to escape poverty without selling my soul,
Thought I lived for drinking and bitches who love fucking,
Got degrees, learned more from pimping and drug running,
All my boys selling melt a bit’a the coke,
Cause fuck being broke you either fucking get it or don’t,
My man P sippin' whiskey, while I'm hittin' cigars,
Seen shit I never shoulda but we lived with the scars,
Sitting corporate, learned you gotta sell or be sold,
Remember fiends freezing over who’s melting the snow,
Turn 5 to a 100k, the legitimate route,
Dudes investing their safety, now they live in the clouds,
Brothers in jail, I’m tryna do it legit,
Adversity sucks, easy to lose and then quit,
Guess it's tell or be told, or just sell or be sold,
Don't know how to escape without selling my soul

CHORUS
They Say it must be nice, I tell em’ sell or be sold,
Rather work for myself, struggles melted to gold,
Tell you to work til you stuck in the ground,
Selling you dreams til you stuck in the clouds,
So they say it must be nice, I tell em’ sell or be sold,
Rather work for myself, struggled melted to gold,
Tell you to work til you stuck in the ground,
Selling you dreams til you stuck in the clouds

VERSE 2:
Remember having my son, barely affording to eat,
I could afford to be poor, but can’t afford to be weak,
Sold myself on myself, and started learning to sell,
Put 5k in a truck, until I turned it to twelve,
Ds watching my brother, I'm trying to do it legit,
People saying it's risky, I say you're stupid as shit,
I learned to sell, and never fucking struggled again,
Went to selling legit from fucking hustling grams,
Stay in the trenches and get trapped til' you stuck,
My man P's dead, he got stabbed in the gut,
Most remember their pride but forget what they risk,
The price on a mans life is debt for his kids,
Remember P saying I was gonna succeed,
Said we came from nothing, but that wouldn’t be me,
Now I’m older, colder, learned to sell or be sold,
Now I'm looking at my kids, struggles melted to gold

CHORUS
They Say it must be nice, I tell em’ sell or be sold,
Rather work for myself, struggles melted to gold,
Tell you to work til you stuck in the ground,
Selling you dreams til you stuck in the clouds,
So They Say it must be nice, I tell em’ sell or be sold,
Rather work for myself, struggles melted to gold,
Tell you to work til you stuck in the ground,
Selling you dreams til you stuck in the clouds