Fuck The Industry

(We love you, Perc)
Know how shit get, ahem
(This some Memphis shit, Mj on the beat)

Dead opps mixed, smoke one in the booth
A man get a headshot, he don't tell the truth
He ain't really trappin', lil' bruh a store runner
The more he pick out, then the lower the number (uh, uh)
The 'bows touch down and the sack don't fumble
If you got rich off a lick, put your arm up
If it got switch on it, why would they run up?
Set in a pic, wide-open the jumper (scorin' for longer)
Been steppin' and walkin' with troops (mmm, mmm)
Stormin' in boots, shoot from a mile away
Got a lot of diamonds in your tooth, got racks in my mouth and I don't even smile or play
Chrome Heart that hoodie, lil' bruh, not Bape
Growin' up, live ruthless like Eazy and Dre
New Glock hold fully, this bitch got weight
Hit him one time, bet the whole clip shake
The ho look fine, but she can't move weight
A hundred 'bows down, hundred more up on the way
Get set for the bait, he cooked like cake
Cutthroat, slimy, backdoor snake (slatt, slatt)
Chrome Heart crosses, livin' with bosses
Beatin' out charges, ain't got shit to say
My lawyers, they paid
Uh, 'fore a nigga ever break that code, I'll break out a safe (uh, uh)
Damn, know a nigga livin' wrong
Way I count the money, shit feelin' right (count it up)
Pourin' codeine when I sleep all alone
I'm still fightin' demons all through the night (I can lean with my ice)
Double, you geekin', you rollin', I might
Certified tweaker, it's fuck all the mice (uh, uh, uh)
Don't say you smokin' on opps, we 'bout that life (walk)
We totin' a choppers, you gettin' right (walk down)
You on the block with that dope every night (uh, uh)
Trappin' and servin', sell dope to no mice (uh, uh)
All of my lil' niggas known for slimin'
Nigga get wrong (slatt), bet he get right (slime)
Too in the streets for the industry life
He risk his life for some Instagram likes
Live in a flame, but my neck still iced
Been runnin' with the gang for the rest of my life
Uh, uh, he lost his life for some IG likes
Hit him, flip him, AR gon' miss him (uh, uh)
Switch shoot fast, nigga can't fight
This rap shit got me with long money, know I keep it on me, racks, pants look tight
Really don't link 'cause I don't fuck with rappers (why?)
Nigga, ask why, 'cause the swag they bite (uh)
She wanna boot up, I hit her right after
He done kidnapped her, made her a wife
If I really want your bitch, you know I can have her
Pass her to the gang and make her our type

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