Come on Down (feat. Jordan Harris)

We got DaQuan here, come on down Now, DaQuan is from southeast DC He says he's willing to sell his soul to make it in the music industry And today, DaQuan, I believe we can make this a reality But— but before we make this sa– satanic act a reality We have to ask, are you ready for the blood sacrifice? Are you ready to leave your life of love and holiness behind? I want the world, I want the money, I want the respect (Nigga, come on down) I want the gold, I want the chains, I want the— I want the (Nigga, come on down) Never had nothin' but soul, never had nothin' but hustle (Nigga, come on down) Wanna be loved, I wanna be famous, I wanna be rich (Nigga, come on down) I wanna be anything, wanna be anybody that I'm not (Nigga, come on down) Let me get it all, get the money, get the women Motherfucker, better give me like ten of them Glock 9's, I got ten of them My enemies, I gotta get rid of them Since I was a little boy, I wanted to be loved Wanted to be hugged, but the streets wanted me to thug Sweep my emotions up under my rug Then call the plug to sell me some drugs And sell to my people that smoke on the nug' Sippin' liquor by the jug I'm tryin' to burrow it down, these feelings inside of me Can't speak on the things that done happened to me as a child I'm talkin' 'bout sodomy Oh no, I can't let 'em see that side of me Therapy, that shit right there for them white folk I sold crack, like white yolk Police, they got me walkin' on a tightrope Want me on sight 'cause I sell dope So I'd rather just sell my soul, gettin' this money my goal I want the world, I want the money, I want the respect (Nigga, come on down) I want the gold, I want the chains, I want the— I want the (Nigga, come on down) Never had nothin' but soul, never had nothin' but hustle (Nigga, come on down) Wanna be loved, I wanna be famous, I wanna be rich (Nigga, come on down) I wanna be anything, wanna be anybody that I'm not (Nigga, come on down) Anyone that I'm not That I'm not Anyone that I'm not That I'm not Most folks think gangsters like what they do Think they enjoy killin' their own brothers and sisters By riddlin' our streets with bullet shells and narcotics Most people think that shit cool, think again Why you think they call it the trap, playboy? We just tryna escape by any means But we mostly end up escapin' through death