Come on Down (feat. Jordan Harris)

We got DaQuan here, come on down

Now, DaQuan is from southeast D.C.

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 (****, come on down)

I want the gold, I want the chains, I want the— I want the— (****, come on down)

Never had nothin' but soul, never had nothin' but hustle (****, come on down)

Wanna be loved, I wanna be famous, I wanna be rich (****, come on down)

I wanna be anything, wanna be anybody that I'm not (****, 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 (****, come on down)

I want the gold, I want the chains, I want the— I want the— (****, come on down)

Never had nothin' but soul, never had nothin' but hustle (****, come on down)

Wanna be loved, I wanna be famous, I wanna be rich (****, come on down)

I wanna be anything, wanna be anybody that I'm not (****, 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