Look at all the rappers that the game's killed Record labels making billions Why can't artists even pay bills? You get taken advantage of if you take deals They're the devil, ain't no angels in the outfield You get you chains and a bracelet, maybe a fake grill You get you paid and you're famous, baby, it ain't real Couple milli, 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'ma deliver the facts Nobody holding me back, labels are tricking the fans Rappers are industry plants, everything planned
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 Killed the gatekeepers with a blade, leave the gate bent Mainstream rappers see the fame, wanna break bread Soul ain't for sale, never sellout, tryna pay rent Illuminati puppets, the industry hail satan The devil making deals, I won't shake hands Independent, underrated, these other rappers all hate it Going viral with no label, with no manager or agent Call my momma, I've got commas, and the money going crazy And she crying, tryna tell me that she's happy for her baby, like
Ooh ayy Finally got that deal, got a pen in my hand Ooh ayy Like how you tryna buy who the hell I am?
You can keep your cash, I'm not that broke I won't sign no contract, I do me Y'all are cancelled, stealing people's dreams How can you sleep? It's a rap pose, throwing cash in Lambos I'm independent 'til I'm dead, I quit the music industry
Artists really only wanna chase dreams We're broke all our lives, begging labels: "Please take me" Tricked us into thinking getting deals is a great thing Spent our whole careers tryna break free The fans say they love us, tryna give 'em music they need Label doesn't like it, that ain't mainstream You're looking in the mirror like "What happened, man? This ain't me" I guess that I just don't see what they see
Gimme a mic and a booth, I'm gonna die for the truth I'm gonna fight for the youth, I don't got nothing to lose Labels are hiding the proof, look, I'ma give you a clue 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 put the paedophile sex cults on infinite blast I 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 to manage my decisions and the pending gold plaques No, you won't see my initials on official contracts Independent 'til I'm dead or I'm a very old man Middle finger, I'm a missile that they can't hold back, like
Ooh ayy Finally got that deal, got a pen in my hand Ooh ayy Like how you tryna buy who the hell I am?
You can keep your cash, I'm not that broke I won't sign no contract, I do me Y'all are cancelled, stealing people's dreams How can you sleep? It's a rap pose, throwing cash in Lambos I'm independent 'til I'm dead, I quit the music industry
Miss me with all of that industry talk Worked my whole life for the things that I have Why would I give you the keys to the car If you just gon' drive while I pay for the gas? I ain't gon' come to your meetings no more Told you already ain't giving you half Y'all can't wait to get your feet in the door Then lock me outside while you steal from my fans
Keep your cash, I'm not that broke, I won't sign no contract, I do me Y'all are cancelled, stealing people's dreams, how can you sleep? It's a rap pose, throwing cash in Lambos I'm independent 'til I'm dead, I quit the music industry (x2)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
