Lyrics:
industry
Don't have no symmetry
Niggas is shitting me, whip is from Italy
Bitch I'm a player don't
Know bout no chivalry
I'm in my lair, my hide out be
to get to is the same as you
I ain't a player, but I'm in the game with you
It's people in my city, that's just as lame as you
Laid
chill
But fuck it I'm a tell em how a gansta fill
I seek the industry fake, cause ain't no ganstas in it
But every motherfucker wanna play that gangsta
to save children
Dealing with alcoholism and afrocentricity
A complex man drawn off of simplicity
Reality is frisking me
This industry will make you lose
in the maze
Comin' at a player with homosexual ways
Keep lickin' on that other sound
And stay north of the 105 Hip Hop heads, 'cause this is
this shit, god damn
Check this shit out, though
Now pussy player haters say that I'm too raw with it
But y'all thinking' cause I be talking shit
scared with your approach
Your whole steelo mice and roach
When Marion comes in the industry, the parties get empty
The champagne bottles go down
Hotel
stones I'm losin for they deal my hand
Could you roll one up
Toe beneath me
The devil got a player down on his knees
I don't know why niggas think they
Money makin' cats with gats who love hood rats
Thug players who make tracks, and bust raps
Confidentialy, we represent Tennesee
Gain control, puttin'
watchin' the industry try and ho you
Asian Doll talkin', but shawty, I don't know you
I never met you, nor have I heard a song
And nor have I seen
He's the, he's the biggest sucker in the industry (facts)
We gotta talk about Tory Lanez and Megan Thee Stallion
Kaash is looking for you, dawg
survival
Shame
Shame
Yeah
Ladies love us - some Grady baby causing the ruckus
Weinstein - They way the industry trying to F*** us
I Speak a speech like F
Frank Lucas (Frank)
Fick mal dein Player-Swag
Freistoß in VaporMax (wouh)
Weil der Bulle mich orten will (wouh)
Weder Bluetooth noch W-LAN-Netz
survive
This industry is mine so come lets start battling
You think you living the life
You wanna hate cause you suffering
But sharp fede I will survive
catch up,
Take the time to create, construct demonstrate
Set wack MC's straight, drinkin' a V8
I'm like a baseball player on track, got on steel cleats
Frank Lucas (Frank)
Fick mal dein Player-Swag
Freistoß in VaporMax (wouh)
Weil der Bulle mich orten will (wouh)
Weder Bluetooth noch W-LAN-Netz
a player
Quarterback, no NFL (ayy), drippy in Chanel (drippy)
Playin' hide and go seek in the mansion with my lil' girl (Aria)
Elevator was too crowded,
Because when u give like I give
It's only right to be selfish
I was sleeping in classes
But the boy still passed it
Real team player
Scored a 100 hatricks
hearing from niggas for a favor
Shots of Patron & celebrations
At these industry events
Everything open bar & catered
Mismatch diamonds
Got this shit
industry enemy infantries
Infinite injuries instantly
If it's meant to be, behold the
Pimp in me, ain't no simpin
But sit back relax baby you finst to see
delivered
Grind independently, showin' no sympathy
Don't let the industry gas a nigga
Went bought me some diamonds, I did it for Mazi
But I never really
but them bomb beats, comin straight from Cali
This is for them players, can you sing this?
Dopefiend shakin in the alley, fiendin for a fix
Cause baby,
You know what I'm saying?
Everybody in the game trying to do their thing
You in the industry We in the streets
You know what I'm saying?
The label that
Sick man brought my nine
Sixth man off my pine (I'm off!)
Industry heads off my grind
Centipede leg niggaz follow me (Follow me!)
Yeah nigga, off that
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