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[Intro] Yeah, it's the wolf (Cypress) [Verse 1] Don't post that picture with me til I leave, don't put me on your live If my bro PnB ain't go through that, my dog still be alive I lost him four months 'fore I got released, couldn't do a thing but cry 'Cause after Bankroll, Drakeo, Dolph, and Nip, feel like the next to die Always heard that death, it come in threes, and I just mentioned five So who up next? The second set of threes? On Grape, gotta survive So I cut off the niggas I can't trust, can't feel these niggas' vibe And if a bitch I meet come through to fuck, she ain't gon' spend the night Unlеss she way more rich and famous than me, can't comе to the crib Bitch, if we get a room, security outside the door with sticks As far as family, I could trust them less than niggas in the bricks You say you love me, but on Grape Street, I ain't seen you since a kid Seen this money turns a mom against a son, a twin against a twin Niggas shoot and tell on you right after y'all just spin the bin I got back to writing shit on paper, I was in the pen Every time I type shit on the phone, somebody tappin' in Every call recorded, operator voice'd warn you Only time my BM wrote, she tried to up the child support But now my only child no longer even speaks to her no more Stay with my mom until they let me out, linked up straight out the door I ain't never had no custody, ain't need it cause my daughter still gon' fuck with me I'ma fuck with her spend, plenty racks and give her game and loyalty I smoke two Backwoods in my car, wait for my play at Double Tree Don't shake his hand 'cause I know we on camera, just drop off the cheese Then sit in the restroom in a second, start tap in once it's a tree Sent me the address, then destroy the phone, I'll hit you in six weeks Book a show inside the destination city, laying with somethin' pretty Plain Jane bitch who live in town, go get in other bitches cities I could never stop the running, label fuckin' up the money Offering advances, but with royalties, act like a dummy Hired plenty lawyers, then missed calls so I call on a Sunday They charge by the hour and the contract raised the interest on me Fuck was I supposed to do? Go broke and then pretend it's cool Selling bricks forever, my lil' hottie need some Jimmy Choos Baby, get these bricks to flow, the kilo came fresh off the boat These labels pray we die while still signed so they collect some more [Chorus] The industry, the industry They tryna drain the realest niggas of they energy The industry, the industry Got a nigga lookin' back to show them all they enemies [Verse 2] Most these rappers [?][2:10] fell off, my fire's missing Or got shot to death or got exposed cause most these niggas bitches I ain't hatin', just part of the business just to pay attention Niggas rappin' what the next one rappin' 'stead of what they living You ain't gotta be a gangster neither, try being creative Bumping blackbear or Doja Cat more than these niggas faking In the Vantage with the hidden toys, blasting Kid Leroy Favorite rapper might be Latto lately, harder than these boys Fuck with Bia and lil' Khia too, that [?][2:34] bitch Enchanting How these females comin' harder than most of these niggas rapping? Niggas mad that I ain't sign 'em, but too old to have an image You ain't bossed up by age thirty-six, it's probably not gon' happen I'm the CEO [?] child support, strapped when I'm in it 'Rari got white seats, I bulletproofed it, but it's lightly tinted Fuck that hook, get back in to it, hundred racks in Louis Big old stash, could fit a MAC into it, drum on me, I'm back producing [?][2:58] your local shooter, under the influence What you think they call me in the ghetto when they listen to it? Apple martini my VVs, icing I love [?] Project nigga while I drive the Aston Martin like a [?] Put three Gs inside her G-string while she shake that ass to [?] Keep it real, I only hit the club [?] wings Chickens in the fucking coupe, check my charges, spoke the truth Addy had me focused, gettin' throat while in the vocal booth Still going off straight off the dome, I turned to boss and bought some homes Felt like my first piece of pussy first time that I bought some chrome 'Member me as Petey in zone six we bubbled off six zones Was gon wear the mink but I got fly and put that ostrich on After breakfast sandwiches, prosciutto with the provolone I just finished shoppin' then I'm coppin' with the chopper on me It's just pop stars and these pretty bitches, can't fuck with these niggas Know the west side known for plenty switches, no low-lows, extensions [Outro] Drummers In the industry The industry
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