Fuck The Industry Pt. 2

Fuck The Industry Pt. 2 Lyrics

Top say "f**k these niggas all in the industry"
b**ch-ass niggas be clickin' up and thinkin' they gon' finish me
b**ch, I take these millions and get at you, it ain't no gettin' me
b**ch, I send them hitters to hit at you, boy, don't say sh*t to me
Talk to Drake, cross FaceTime, he wasn't feelin' me
Told me that he f**k with Durk, damn, that sh*t gettin' to me
Told me that he like the sh*t I'm doin', but can't do sh*t with me
So when we cross our ways, f**k what you say, b**ch, you my enemy
J a ho', that nigga played it cold, like he was gon' do a feature
So I texted his line, a muscle sign, I swear it's gon' be nice to meet you
Pussy niggas tryna close the door
b**ch, you ain't heard back from Baton Rouge, to that Nola, we cutthroat
And we hate hoes, and b**ch, I'm soldiered down
Might play you close, but don't f**k around
I just tried to pull that act with them boys out that Atlanta town
Tats all on my sleeve, at night, I can't sleep, I barely eat, grew up in streets
b**ch, you ain't never had to kill at just eighteen, you don't compare to me
And never ever up in life, we could compete
You want to jump in beef and none of y'all wanna bang it out with YB
We kill security first and then you get your head bust inside the street
We probably burn a shirt, across it, it'll be your face across that tee

Hold on, so long, they've been tryin' to X me
Gotta tell a b**ch "Hold on, get you roll on"
Gotta be 'bout that murder, playin' with me
At night, my wife pray with me, these niggas ain't stainin' me
I say "Oh, I just wanna get 'em gone" and I know when the rain pours
It could be me or either of them, that's gone

So I'm ready, nigga, with these millions, gettin' at you b**ch-niggas
You don't deserve it anyway, you ain't out that dirty anyway, so f**k you, nigga
Tryin' to bring me pain, I ain't do no ho' sh*t in this game
Like I ain't a man, nigga, what the f**k y'all niggas sayin'? Like I don't bust brains
Play with me, Lil Yachty mad about JT, faggot
b**ch, play with me half of y'all ain't got more money than me
b**ch, I've been stackin', I done did more time than more time
You niggas spent inside the trenches, ever had a nigga beat your mama?
And now that you older, time to kill 'em?
Or put your dirty clothes inside the pillow case? You pussy nigga
Singers puttin' tattoos across their face, f**k wrong with these niggas?
Usin' hood niggas for to grow your face, b**ch, I see that, nigga
Nigga, you a trick, and that's how you know you'll never be known in the trenches
Tryna think of somethin' else, just for to say "I hate you niggas"
Nigga bring your bold-ass to Salt Lake, you a gangster nigga
Go ask J. Prince, I'll kill your daddy b**ch, I ain't worried, nigga
I ain't worried, nigga, I got stunner with me
And b**ch, I got a fee, that's good money with me
That hitter came way from New Orleans, that split him in them apartments
So Mr. Rap-Boy, sh*t like that what got me as a target
Don't forget it, I paid them young niggas
Word 'round they claimin' they gon' kill me
I birthed you niggas and b**ch, I'm bound to kill an infant

Hold on, so long, they've been tryin' to X me
Gotta tell a b**ch "Hold on, get you roll on"
Gotta be 'bout that murder, playin' with me
At night, my wife pray with me, these niggas ain't stainin' me
I say "Oh, I just wanna get 'em gone" and I know when the rain pours
It could be me or either of them, that's gone