Look at all the rappers that these games killed Record labels making billions, why can't artists even pay bills? You get taken advantage of if you take deals The Devil let you swing, but ain't no angels in that outfield He give you chains and a bracelet, maybe a fake grill He get you paid and you're famous, baby, it ain't real Couple mil', you think you made it But the record label take it when you overdose on alcohol and pain pills
Gimme a pen and pad, I'm gonna get in the lab, I'm gonna kill 'em with tracks I'mma deliver the facts, nobody holding me back The label is tricking the fans, the rappers are industry plants, everything part of the plan Everything fake, everything marketed so you'll pay
I ain't brain dead, never signed a deal, it don't make sense Never let a label manipulate what I've made yet Invading the industry independently, I break in Kill the gatekeepers with a blade, leave the gate bent Universal hollers, every day I see the same text But I do not communicate the messages, I'll stay red Mainstream rappers see the fame and wanna break bread My soul is not for sale, I'll never sell out, tryna pay rent Illuminati puppets, hidden pentagrams and Satan The industry's infected with the Devil, I won't shake hands The labels create artists, claim they're independent made men They play, pretend for dollars and some chains, it's a strange flex Game is full of fake friends, overrated greatness Fabricated plays and making payments to obtain press I don't need an X-ray to see through all of the fakeness I'm trained to see it live from miles away and every snake sheds
Fuck the industry Claim they wanna help, but they're the enemy, labels tryna drain you of your energy Man, fuck the industry Make a hit, y'all gon' make me rich, put me in a mansion out in Beverly Hills Fuck the industry Think it's cool when you're young and dumb, sell your soul for number one Man, fuck the industry I will never take a deal, have fun with all the rappers popping pills
Artists really only wanna chase dreams We're broke for most our lives, begging labels, "Please take me" Most of us will think that getting deals is a great thing Then spend our whole careers, tryna break free We start with good intentions, tryna give fans what they need The label slowly changes you to mainstream You're looking in the mirror like, "What happened, man? This ain't me" I guess that I don't see the things that they see
Gimme a mic and a booth, I'm gonna die for the truth, I'm gonna fight for the youth I'm gonna write what I want, I am not hiding the proof I'm trying to find every clue, I'm dying to show 'em to you Nothing to lose, Illuminati symbols are the logos major labels use
They're calling me an industry plant, I giggle and laugh I'm the total opposite of what they want, I'm spitting the facts I make songs about the honest things you whisper to fam I've exposed the government, they wanna kill me for that I've put the pedophile sex cults on infinite blast Leaked the industry secrets, and I did it with rap How dare you try to say that my intentions aren't acting? That my vision is a pillar of their intricate plan? No one managed my decisions and the pending gold plaques No, you won't see my initials on official contracts Independent till the deathbed as a bitter old man Middle fingers, I'm a missile warner, can't hold back Tryna fit Hollywood's history and criminal past And to attract and get it mixed and give a disc to my fans I park outside a label with a brick in my hand Splinter the glass, poor gassing through the window and laugh
Fuck the industry Claim they wanna help, but they're the enemy, labels tryna drain you of your energy Man, fuck the industry Make a hit, y'all gon' make me rich, put me in a mansion out in Beverly Hills Fuck the industry Think it's cool when you're young and dumb, sell your soul for number one Man, fuck the industry I will never take a deal, have fun with all the rappers popping pills
Fuck the industry Claim they wanna help, but they're the enemy, labels tryna drain you of your energy Man, fuck the industry Make a hit, y'all gon' make me rich, put me in a mansion out in Beverly Hills Fuck the industry Think it's cool when you're young and dumb, sell your soul for number one Man, fuck the industry I will never take a deal, have fun with all the rappers popping pillsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
