Lyrics:
turned to sunshine
I'm a great guy but don't make me unkind
I flipped my lid cause ya'll are capping
I took my shot, matter of fact I'm blasting
Get popped
Each day, each day no matter how hard you try
You sit in a business suit and tie
And someone else is in control of your life
When will you stand up?
fuck the industry
Cuz io' give a fuck bout non of these rappers, bitch Im in these streets
I said, N, Niggas claimin' they rappers, till they all hear me
Tell a house negro if the master got sick the house negro will
Say "whats the matter boss, we sick?" We sick!?!
That was that house negro in those
at all but
The thing is no matter how much I hate you
No matter how much I regret dating you
I can't stop lovin you baby
You, you baby
Cuz sometimes I hate
Gee
Wetin dem wan talk
wey I never hear
Look into my eye
Shey I look like person wey dey fear ? (Rara)
For this music matter ah
Dem rate me 10 over
Yeah I'm turning into you
No matter what I think, yeah no matter what I do
Man I stare into the mirror, my own face ain't shining through
I'm losing
Fuck the whole industry you tried to get rid of me?
Y'all must be kidding me y'all must be kidding me
Aye yo fuck the whole industry come
don't matter if you got six dollars or six figures on the creep
'Cause in the end we all six feet deep
Meanwhile, I'll be immortalized on the 6ix beat
Ouija board, I covered that Adam whore
Niggas get their labels but wait, it's a recession in weight
You downloadin' on all the industry's veterans
Been
No matter what people say (they say)
No matter what comes my way
If I fall to the floor I'm gonna get down, I get up I get down.
We broke
shatters, bullets scatter
No evidence or fingerprints of C12 matter
Black bishop movin in, attack the queen
Sabotage frontlines, the industry's in
flying high up on the pole
Gotta check the industry for a pulse
Bouta leave em dead
Just like a ghost
Aye leave em dead, leave em dead, leave em dead
S.C.c.L.E
(Chorus)
S.C.c.L.E
I know you dont know me
Starting in the industry
Never been a Bully
Scaling to the top
Shedding all my pain
Scaling
you Christ
Above all the things in the world that don't matter
because you're the only thing that satisfies
No record deal, no fortune wheel
No family
salute me cause I do this I'm destined to get a grab
Coming for everything that I prayed for Ima get it
This industry betta watch out for me cause I'ma
of the privileged elite
Their fortunes from shipping and industry
Their futures in yacht clubs and tails
So why do you speak with that accent now?
Everyone knows
yadder, don't matter to me
All I want is a bit of dignity in me to battle this industry freely
To be me in this seedy, needy world, can you hear me? (Hey)
this one (nah)
Tell them all to run (run)
When it's said and done (done)
I'll be the champion (huh)
I'm moving strong and fast (ah)
The industry's
Matter fact the only one of 'em called me was Beens
He told me he played you The Industry Is Punks
And you loved it so you know Tech is what the industry
and twisted it up a bit, now the industry's having a heatstroke
Some say that rap is dead, but when I get the white, black, and red
And jump on the tour bus,
let him know I been waiting
And aww can he please hurry his ass up before I bounce you undadig!
[Chorus]
So whats the matter Mr. CEOOOO
You can't look
God's child
I love my town, matter of fact I love my country
They love Jabba, matter of fact the women wanna hug me
This is ugly, I'm dying inside but no
me please
I no fit fail at the end
With accusing fingers
Dem say dem no go gree
She cannot make it please
The industry too choke
O God
Nobody go fit
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