EXODUS

My youngins get it fucked up when yall talk about the game Like its designed in their favor Like its ain't outlined for them to waiver Their rights For a lil bit of fame Get in bullshit fights for a lil name To get noticed by some niggas that Don't give two fucks about you Tell em you dont do the jives and Shucks, and they route you to the shelf See, there's no money in good health So they need you to be sick with it Ill content and delivery niggas This nation thrives off misery, Niggas So if you ain't trying to let your hard times In crease my wealth Nigga Keep that progressive shit to yourself This is the business of buying souls, and We only tryin to fuck with those, who, Tryin to sell them See, they may see me as an adversary Cuz they know I'm tryin to tell them About the forest of artists who grow Only to meet industry axes How they take a niggas dreams and write Them off in their taxes Contracts is confusing, but don't worry They'll appoint the lawyer For you Whore you Loan you funds to fuck your soul Make you pay it back and still maintain Control Of your stroll, Your tracks and your hot ass Slow flow They'll keep you looking good and all that, but No dough You see, when they get a bitch, they got a bitch And contrary to popular opinion it ain't my sistas that switch Its my brothers We the dumb motherfuckers Hardest niggas in the streets turned industry suckers Cuz we refused to do the knowledge Nigga, You cant learn this music game in the streets or in college So you better pick up a book or something, or Fuck it, Black Ice will put in a hook or something, and Hope that you listen to it Got you pumpin that poison While they paint them illusionary parades and keep pissin Thru it You pussies don't know the price, or the sacrifices That this industry makes real niggas walk F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S Album #3: Real Talk