[Verse 1: Cam Meekins]

Yeah, gotta put these youngins on

Game, what the fuck I'm on

Shame, what these labels got

Million ways to fuck us on

Fuck your hook, fuck your song

I just got the fan, I feel like a man when I’m counting all these Benz

Ay, formula to this shit, cook it up like "this quick"

In the stu, 3 a.m, bitches tryna get this dick

But I'm chillin', can’t complain about making millions

I'm higher than the ceiling, with my pen I'm making killings

People caught up on the scene, yeah in high school

I'm just fucking with my team, and we are not cool

And this industry got A&R's from rich neighborhoods

Signing young kids to shitty deals, acting like it's good

That's some systematic fuckery, make me wanna tuck the heat

Shoot up at the label but my music, now I'm up the street

Laughing at the industry, target on my back

Ya’ll too busy getting smack, doing blunts, spending racks

I got trust built, stackin’ up my money like a fucking stilt

Independent grind, bout the business, find another deal

Invest, re-invest, double up it's that simple

The lamp city fan, we pop it like a pimple, ay

[Verse 2: Scru Face Jean]

Look, like a pimple I pop up on instrumentals

And, places I been through and pissed through might leave you [?]

No, faking and chasing [?] crystals [?] I’ll rip you, leave you like menstrual

Bills, my pencil done brought me to different venues

The, money they send you might not be worth what it get you

So, I gotta' hand you and everyone that defend you

Not to offend you, but I can befriend you, you on the menu

You [?], you better not breath, If you thinking that you better than me

I be rapping after every MC, [?] every MC

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Hallelujah! That's the reverent in me

Bout to be who I could never be, industry get ready for me, Ah!