[Chorus]

Every-everything, everything

Everything will change

Every-everything, everything

Everything will change

Every-everything, everything

Everything will change

Every-everything, everything

Everything will change

[Verse 1]

The industry hopeless and been in doubt, a slave to that hocus-pocus they been about

Victimized by the vixens, in disguise with the system in place to ensure the demise of anyone riding against 'em

It gives the absolute power that they desire

To hypnotize the masses, pollute the staff that they hire

And utilize the fans to expand their cult-ish empire

And brand a fucking liar to push a product to buyers

From "Through the Wire" and "Jesus Walks" to a heathen lost

From Jesus pieces and poetry to a deepened frost

But he just want up a milli and in a decent cloth

And just a bunch of affiliates, they ain't even boss

And i don't fuck with that city shit, they adopt the fame

They walk around looking down on anyone not the same

Illuminated and [?], he just be super faded

In any case, you can see the evil and he who made it

[Chorus]

Every-everything, everything

Everything will change

Every-everything, everything

Everything will change

Every-everything, everything

Everything will change

Every-everything, everything

Everything will change

[Verse 2]

Because the industry hopeless and been in need

Homies tell me I should rest, but I'm focused and in the street, ya bitch

I do the most and I hope it hits some deep, ya bitch

Cause life's a hoe and I've been stroking that bitch to sleep-ing quick

My fans been holding me down, and now we all the way up

And fuck your label, the industry niggas oughta pay us

Ain't calling y'all unless I'm calling your bluff

Changing my number, I've been bothered enough

We'll get along when I'm dust

I think I'll probably produce me a couple movies while you wit'cho floozy trynna get roofied and fuck with lucy who shoot you a couple thousand and ride yo ass like a hoopdee

Makes you pay back, its all in the contract you didn't proofread

You some soul sellers, bunch of gold-getters and a gold bezzle

Gold medal, red as rose pedals that dispose leather

Mold better never told ever, have a soul clever

Low better betcha own stretcher can't control hell-a

No old motherfucking bozos, hoes, and homos

They be everywhere I don't go

I be at the crib - mother fuck a club

I'm in the ozone with my go phone, puffin slow-mo, drinking with my bitch

But I can only speak for me

I can only wake you up and turn you to the frequency

I can only guide you and provide you with the decency

'Cause I do what I like for life, but I feel like I need to lead

Your boy can turn to competition - competition turns to enemy

Held me down, I wish you was a friend of me's

Still but I turn him to a memory

And niggas make a little noise and pretend to sleep

Shit, if you make a little noise, you will get destroyed

I can't wait to show you my toys, go and get your boys

And let anybody to blow you, it's time to fill a void

Because everybody employs who you unemploy

But be careful 'cause the industry is lethal

You got to focus 'cause the enemy is see through

And don't concern yourself with everything that he do

Do yourself, and do it bigger than the deep blue

And fuck your hero, he a leach too

Bunch of weak clones in a cheap suit

Keep it real with how you feel and watch it bleed through

Go and get your own shit and make 'em need you 'cause

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Every-everything, everything

Everything will change