CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : f*ck the Industry
Look at all the rappers that these games killed
Record labels making billions, why can't artists even pay bills?
You get taken advantage of if you take deals
The Devil let you swing, but ain't no angels in that outfield
He give you chains and a bracelet, maybe a fake grill
He gets you paid and you're famous, baby, it ain't real
Couple mil', you think you made it
But the record label take it when you overdose on alcohol and pain pills
Gimme a pen and pad, I'm gonna get in the lab, I'm gonna kill 'em with tracks
I'mma deliver the facts, nobody holding me back
The label is tricking the fans, the rappers are industry plants, everything part of the plan
Everything fake, everything marketed so you'll pay
I ain't brain dead, never signed a deal, it don't make sense
Never let a label manipulate what I've made yet
Invading the industry independently, I break in
Kill the gatekeepers with a blade, leave the gate bent
Universal hollers, every day I see the same text
But I do not communicate the messages, I'll stay red
Mainstream rappers see the fame and wanna break bread
My soul is not for sale, I'll never sell out, tryna pay rent
Illuminati puppets, hidden pentagrams and Satan
The industry's infected with the Devil, I won't shake hands
The labels create artists, claim they're independent made men
They play, pretend for dollars and some chains, it's a strange flex
Game is full of fake friends, overrated greatness
Fabricated plays and making payments to obtain press
I don't need an X-ray to see through all of the fakeness
I'm trained to see it live from miles away and every snake sheds
Record labels making billions, why can't artists even pay bills?
You get taken advantage of if you take deals
The Devil let you swing, but ain't no angels in that outfield
He give you chains and a bracelet, maybe a fake grill
He gets you paid and you're famous, baby, it ain't real
Couple mil', you think you made it
But the record label take it when you overdose on alcohol and pain pills
Gimme a pen and pad, I'm gonna get in the lab, I'm gonna kill 'em with tracks
I'mma deliver the facts, nobody holding me back
The label is tricking the fans, the rappers are industry plants, everything part of the plan
Everything fake, everything marketed so you'll pay
I ain't brain dead, never signed a deal, it don't make sense
Never let a label manipulate what I've made yet
Invading the industry independently, I break in
Kill the gatekeepers with a blade, leave the gate bent
Universal hollers, every day I see the same text
But I do not communicate the messages, I'll stay red
Mainstream rappers see the fame and wanna break bread
My soul is not for sale, I'll never sell out, tryna pay rent
Illuminati puppets, hidden pentagrams and Satan
The industry's infected with the Devil, I won't shake hands
The labels create artists, claim they're independent made men
They play, pretend for dollars and some chains, it's a strange flex
Game is full of fake friends, overrated greatness
Fabricated plays and making payments to obtain press
I don't need an X-ray to see through all of the fakeness
I'm trained to see it live from miles away and every snake sheds
