Exodus

My youngins get it fucked up when ya’ll talk about the game Like it’s designed in their favor Like it 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 don’t 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 increase your wealth Niggas keep that progressive shit to yourself This is the business of buying souls, and we only tryin’ to fuck with those who trying 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 niggas dreams and write then off in their taxes Contracts is confusing, but don’t worry they’ll appoint you a 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 that get a bitch, they got a bitch And contrary to popular opinion it ain’t my sistas that switch It’s my brothers We the dumb motherfuckers Hardest niggas in the streets turned industry suckers Cuz we refused to do the knowledge Nigga, you can’t learn this music game in the streets or in college So you betta pick up a book or something Or fuck it, FAB will put it in a hook or something 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