Industry Freestyle Lyrics

Fake

Man this whole industry lame

Do anything for the fame

I know you know they don't mean what they say

Fuck it I'll do it my way

Fuck it I'm making my lane

Yeah this my beat and it bang, so fuck all your ranks

Hawking my spit at that industry taste

Claiming they indie but we not the same

I promise you we not the same

Can't do it like me, and I'm stuck in my ways

My points, my song going straight to my bank, like

You tuff, you still can't do it like me

One man show, can't sit in my seat

When you in the stu it's you and your team

If I'm in the booth it's me and my beats

Bitch

Chilling with snakes was never my scene

Just you and the stu can't give me no heat

I don't know about you, but that's phony to me

We drop then it's on to the next

I was a slave to them drugs that I kept

Kept popping them shits, but that shit not a flex now

All of the cap never felt right

If we ain't working I know I ain't slept right

Flowing I'm living my best life

Give it your best then it's on to the next life

Popping my shit, they like woah

I keep it chill, but don't beef with bro

We keep it real and we stick to that code

If they hating, they broke and that's just how they cope

Imma let the beat rock real quick

We going up, came from the ground

My only plan, retire the fam

We showing love, it come around

Soon as we pop, deleting the gram

She liking the look, loving the sound

Loving the sex, we going rounds

She fell in love, knew that was

Bound

Stacking my checks I ain't talking no sneakers

My baby know, bend that back when I need her

My favorite part when she reaching the peak

If it ain't wack, I don't charge for the feat

We on a track, better come in correct

I ain't a thug, but on beats I'm a vet

Hearing my voice and it's making her wet

Shawty got rhythm, some pep in her step

Caramel skin with some weed on her breath

Killing that pussy then saying a prayer

Love how she moan when I'm grabbing her hair

Bought her some panties you bought her a bear

Damn

Back to the subject

I own my masters, that's end of discussion

I'll mix a hit then I'll drop like it's nothing

Sober as shit when I flow, I ain't puffing

I'll catch a vibe off of sum when I'm bumping

I'll drop a album and do it for fun

You need approval just giving them one

How you make music, can't give me a beat

I'll fuck around do a feature on me

Don't know if you write it, you pay for the mix

Credits on dolo don't need me a list, but hold on

Don't get me wrong

I still be fucking with you and your songs

I ain't gon' come at your music or character

But you gon' know that there ain't a comparison

You think you stepping to me, that's embarrassing

Don't really think that you earned you the arrogance, nah

Don't really think that you earned you the arrogance

Like bitch is you serious

You thought I was done, never

Want me to work but you know I'm a rebel

Showing your colors, them ties had to sever

Universe working, depends what you tell her

League of my own, you can't get on my level

Blacker the berry, reap what you sow

Its been a minute, I'm going in slow

I'll take a break, had to center my soul

But I had a feeling they wanted some more

Lately been feeling like I am the goat

Word to my momma, I'm taking this oath

Ain't giving up 'til the day that we blow

And they ain't my fans, they my fam at the show

Nah, they ain't my fans, they my fam at the show