lyrics: Sell your soul for a good price Sell your soul for a good price That’s a dream never think twice That’s a dream I’m not your purse I’m not your product I’m from the dirt You're copping Prada My people hurt It’s getting harder My people hurt It’s getting harder I need some money I need some money man I’m fucking hungry I really need a hand Ain’t nothing sunny Back in the mother land A fucking cycle That we all running in I’m boutta fuck the system up I’m boutta fuck I’m boutta fuck the system up I’m boutta fuck I’m not your product I’m boutta fuck the system up I’m boutta fuck I’m boutta fuck the system up I’m boutta fuck I’m not your product Fuck all pigs they’re a part of the system Fuck all pigs they’re a part of the system Ain’t no