| My youngins get it fucked up when ya’ll talk about the game
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| Like it’s designed in their favor
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| Like it ain’t outlined for them to waiver
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| Their rights for a lil’bit of fame
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| Get in bullshit fights for a lil’name
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| To get noticed by some niggas that don’t give two fucks about you
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| Tell em’you don’t do the jives and shucks, and they route you to the shelf
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| See there’s no money in good health
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| So they need you to be sick with it, ill content and delivery niggas
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| This nation thrives off misery niggas
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| So if you ain’t trying to let your hard times increase your wealth
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| Niggas keep that progressive shit to yourself
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| This is the business of buying souls, and we only tryin’to fuck with those who
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| trying to sell them
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| See, they may see me as an adversary cuz they know I’m tryin’to tell them
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| About the forest of artists who grow only to meet industry axes
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| How they take niggas dreams and write then off in their taxes
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| Contracts is confusing, but don’t worry they’ll appoint you a lawyer for
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| you whore you
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| Loan you funds to fuck your soul make you pay it back and still maintain
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| control of your stroll
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| Your tracks and your hot ass slow flow
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| They’ll keep you looking good and all that, but no dough
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| You see when that get a bitch, they got a bitch
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| And contrary to popular opinion it ain’t my sistas that switch
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| It’s my brothers
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| We the dumb motherfuckers
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| Hardest niggas in the streets turned industry suckers
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| Cuz we refused to do the knowledge
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| Nigga, you can’t learn this music game in the streets or in college
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| So you betta pick up a book or something
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| Or fuck it, FAB will put it in a hook or something
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| Hope that you listen to it Got you pumpin’that poison while they paint them illusionary parades
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| and keep pissin’thru it You pussies don’t know the price or the sacrifices that this industry
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| makes real niggas walk |