$oldsoul is about Quadeca’s ‘flexing’ side, where he talks about the money he could get if he signs a contract that could basically trap him and treat him like shit, but the money looks great talking about the millions of dollars he could be getting.
[Instrumental Intro]
[Verse 1]
I got my green and I want beef, like I'm an omnivore
I got that exclusive flow that can't be bought in stores
I drop all this new shit, and they still be wantin' more
They say that my duty is not fair, like some modern war
I'm stackin' rolls, just like the Michelin Man
Eating sushi every night, but I don't live in Japan
Damn, I'm trying to make as many hits as I can
I'm like a lazy-ass beaver, I ain't giving a damn
Woah, that shit is corny, you really gonna ignore me?
You really gon' let it slide when these Benjamins do adore me?
And as we rise, man, it ain't about fame and fortune
We got a greater importance, that's why I wake in the mornin'
I'm tryna play a performance and make a change wit' a chorus
Came from a tiny platform, but now my stage is enormous
Flawless, do anything to stay out of office
'Cause I'm cautious, not gonna sell my soul for the profits
[Chorus 1]
I'm not gonna sell my soul
But what if the offer's incredible?
Nah, I'm not gonna sell my soul
But ten milli', hypothetical
Would they put me on a pedestal?
Would they get me to a better home?
Would they make me unforgettable?
Six fuckin' zeros and a decimal
Top the charts on the game
Not gonna tell us they the same
Switchin', switchin', make a change
Do anything to make a gain
[Instrumental Bridge]
[Verse 2]
You keep your standards low, man, I keep my standards high
Wanna get on any action, like the Brazzers camera guy
I can't deny I'm fuckin' insane, sometimes, I fantasize
What it would be like to be normal, but I just randomize
And analyze my situations, leavin' people paralyzed
You take a step out of bed, meanwhile, I'm in my paradise
America is very nice, but I'd like to see the world
But I'd like to get out into the open and meet my girl
But I just need a chance, I just need a chance
Tired of just sittin' 'round with my Adidas pants
Got a lot of numbers that I wanna see expand
I need a plan, but maybe I just really need a hand
A hand from not a fan, not a man, want a hundred-grand
Understand that I ain't gon' choose another brand
Unless it comes with bands, then I'ma look at it you best think
Starin' at the contract, want a signature in red ink (Success!)
[Chorus 2]
Offer is compellin', though
But I don't think I'm gonna sell my soul
But the offer is incredible
Agreements on a hypothetical
They gon' put me on a pedestal
They gon' play me in the festival
Everybody's gon' be jealous, though
I really think I'm gonna sell my soul
Top the charts on the game
Who needs friends? I got the fame
Putting commas to my name
Shit will never be the same
[Bridge]
Yeah
Oh
Shit will never be the same
[Instrumental Outro]