My youngins get it fucked up when y'all talk about this game
Like it's designed in they favor
Like it ain't outlined for them to waiver they rights
For a little fame
Get in bullshit fights for a little name
To get noticed by some niggas that don't give two fucks about you
'Til you make 'em a few bucks they doubt you
Tell 'em you don't do the jobs and
Shucks and they route you to the shelf
See there's no money in good health
So they need you to be sick with it
Ill content and delivery niggas
This nation thrives off misery nigga
So if you ain't tryin' to let your hard times increase my wealth
Nigga keep that progressive shit to yourself
This is the business of buying souls
And we only fuck with those who tryin' to sell 'em
You see they may see me as an adversary
Cause they know I'm tryin' to tell 'em
About the forest of artists who grow
Only to meet industry axes
How they take a nigga dreams and write 'em off in they taxes
Contracts is confusing
But don't worry they'll appoint the lawyer for you
Whore you
Loan you funds to fuck your soul
Make you pay it all back
And still maintain control of your stroll
Your tracks and your hot ass slow flow
They'll keep you lookin' good and all that but no dough
You see when they get a bitch they got a bitch
And contrary to popular opinion
It ain't my sisters that switch
It's my brothers
We the dumb motherfuckers
Hardest niggas in the street turned industry suckers
Cause we refuse to do the knowledge
Nigga you can't learn this music game in the streets or in college
So you better pick up a book or somethin'
Or fuck it Black Ice'll put it in a hook or somethin'
And hope that you listen to it
Got you pumpin' that poison
While they paint you them illusionary parades
And keep pissin' through it
You pussies don't know the price or the sacrifice
That this industry makes real niggas walk
F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
Album number three
Real talk
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